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8:31 AM
The sound is what filters in first, obviously. The clinking of glasses, the shuffling of feet, and laughter, the house band finishing up a set. The only active sound comes with the first view: a Sidecar with a sugared rim pushed gently into his eyeline by a gentle waiter.
"Welcome to the Waylay, sir. The Manager said to give him a minute and hopes you enjoy your drink. When you're ready, however, he'd like to speak with you."
And when Charlie happens to look under the salted napkin, he'll find a little note:
Don't worry, Mr. Dowd. I'm just a manager. The only Kings are at the Blackjack table. And Yellow was never my color.
"Welcome to the Waylay, sir. The Manager said to give him a minute and hopes you enjoy your drink. When you're ready, however, he'd like to speak with you."
And when Charlie happens to look under the salted napkin, he'll find a little note:
Don't worry, Mr. Dowd. I'm just a manager. The only Kings are at the Blackjack table. And Yellow was never my color.