{Level Up 2 | 10th of September 2020 | Act 3 | Scene 1 | Take 1}
Glancing over to the waistcoat other waiters in the restaurant usually wore, Lance scowled and then, ignored it, opting to wear his black jean jacket which he hung by the door hook instead.
Casually tucking one hand into his jean pocket, he then strolled into the dining area, stopping at the very first table he laid his eyes on to receive their order.
"Welcome, to our shitty restaurant, where the only thing great about it, is that lovely little jukebox in the corner." he said to the group of individuals who seemed to be in a gloomy mood, save for the lady in the corner whom was staring out the window.
A bit taken aback by his words, Luke, Rose and the rest of the guys, perked up, confused expressions on their visage as they glanced over to the corner where an antique, coin operated jukebox stood in all its glory.
