The commotion outside attracted the attention of both Moore and Marcy. Marcy raised an eyebrow, looking at Moore as if saying, "Who are those disturbing our meal?" Outside, the commotion was getting louder. "You stupid girl, how dare you give my favorite spot to someone else," a slap was heard, followed by the sound of a loud scream. Both Marcy and Moore went outside to observe what was going on.
A young man and his friends were standing in front of a young lady, while the young lady was holding her cheek and letting out a cry after being slapped by the young man. The young man's name was Eric Kelly. His father was one of the richest men in the city. Eric had always been a spoiled and pampered child since he was young. The young lady was the waitress who had just served Marcy and Moore in their private room, Dise. Moore and Marcy were in a loop, as they stared at each other and at Dise, who was sobbing, holding her cheek after being slapped by Eric.
Marcy and Moore continued to observe the surrounding situation before taking any actions. Eric continued to yell at Dise. "Where is that stupid manager? Go get him. I want to have some words with him. How dare he give away my special room to anybody?" When the manager finally arrived, Eric gave him a strong glare. He exclaimed, "How dare you give away my special room? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The manager, a middle-aged man named Joseph, could only look apologetic towards Eric and had to bow apologetically to please him. He finally spoke, "Mr. Eric, had you informed me you were coming, I would have reserved your favorite spot. Please don't be annoyed, just give us a few minutes and we will arrange your room for you." Eric became even more angry at Manager Joseph and yelled, "I am giving you just five minutes. After that, don't blame me for acting accordingly."
The manager frantically rushed to the private room next to where Marcy and Moore were. He spoke to the young couple in the room. Pardon my disturbance sir and madam, we seemed to be having some difficulty with your private room. If you don't mind switching room, we will be very happy and the restaurant will compensate you for any inconvenience. The young couples seemed to be confused, just as the lady asked what seemed to be the problem. Eric with an arrogant expression, said, this is my private room. Just get out now if you don't want to get into trouble. The young couple were about to leave, when Marcy, spoke. Is this how the blue moon restaurant treats its customers because they want to satisfy a good for nothing spoiled brat? Eric staring lustfully at Marcy replied" who are you calling good for nothing". And how dare you call me a spoiled brat? I will have to teach you a lesson. Marcy spoke again, you are not wordy of my attention? How can you then teach me a lesson? Eric smacked the young waiter in front of him. And spoke my father is the richest man in the city and my uncle is the police commissioner. How dare you disrespect my family? You will have to kneel before me, and serve me very well tonight. Maybe then I may consider letting you and your boyfriend walk out of here in one peace. Moore who had been quiet all this time, finally spoke, you best make peace with this young waitress, pointing at Dise and with my girlfriend , if you want to leave here in peace too. Eric was dumpfunded and shocked. How dare a commoner like Moore disrespect him? He looked at Moore angrily, his face carried a furious expression. He took out his phone and made a call to his ruffian friends. Please come to the blue moon restaurant. There are some people I would like you to handle for me, they are being disrespectful to my family and I. The strange voice at the other end of the line said, Okay, I will be there in five minutes. With that, he ended the call. Eric spoke to Moore and Marcy again. Now you are done for. Just wait till my friends come. The manager tried his best to persuade Marcy and Moore to apologize to Eric. Moore gave the manager a gentle nudge and smile, saying" don't worry about us. We can take care of ourselves. People like Eric need to be taught a lesson, or they will never learn. Moore walked slowly to Dise and padded her gently. It is OK, you will be alright. No one will dare disrespect you again after today.
Before long, a group of people came charging in declaring we are the westside gang, who among you dare disrespect our patron. Eric being filled with confidence, pointed in the direction of Marcy and Moore. Immediately, the men saw both Moore and Marcy, there legs began to shake like jelly. Eric was still been boastful, screaming break his knees, make them kneel before me. The leader of the men of the west side gang walked straight to Eric and gave him a slap. How dare you disrespect our new leaders? Eric not fully aware of the situation, while rubbing his cheek, said," Why are you hitting me, are you drunk? The person you should be hitting is over there. The leader slapped Eric again. While saying that, I told you to stop disrespecting our new leaders. Eric, looking confused, spoke again. I thought Dick Hammer was your leader. Why are you calling those two your new leaders? Moore, exuding a powerful aura, spoke to Eric, I gave you a chance to apologize to Dise and Marcy, but you refused. Now it is too late, I will just have to teach you a lesson in respecting other people. Eric who was still in a state of disbelief, began to feel remorseful. His knee gave way. He grew more and more despondent. Finally, he got down on his knees and began to beg forgiveness. Marcy could only snort while laughing before saying, I thought you wanted me to serve you tonight?".