"Let's see... We'll have twenty beers, two bottles of your finest scotch, and..."
Emir momentarily paused, glanced at Lyra then looked back at the waiter.
"A red wine; make sure it's top shelf."
Nodding her head, the waiter looked at the rest and asked:
"Will that be all?"
Evan waved his hand, catching her attention.
"You've got cigars here, or just that weird shisha thing?"
She nodded once again.
"We have every kind of cigar you might want, but if we don't, ask, and I'll make sure to bring them to you."
Clasping his hand, Evan grinned and said:
"Alright then! Surprise me."
Turning to Emir, he asked:
"Do you want one too, bossman?"
"Sure, bring us two."
"I will."
She bowed to him, then to the others, and finally to Emir.
Soon, the sound of her footsteps echoed as she left their table to bring their orders.
Said echo was a result of them having the entire floor to themselves.
