Chapter 59. Issues

Walking in, I find the table and sit. A woman walks over and smiles at me.

"Would you like your usual Mr Pesci?"

"Yes, please." I watch as she walks off. A moment later, she returned with a glass.

"Would you like a dancer, Mr Pesci?"

"I'm good, thank you." She doesn't reply; she just turns and walks away. The booth is filled with the music from outside. A few minutes later, the curtain moves, and he walks in.

"Marco. Nice to see you again." Sighing, I look at Arlo.

"What is the point of this meeting, Arlo?" Picking up a cigar, I light it, using it as a distraction.

"Just because the wedding is off, Marco, that does not mean I don't still want to work with you." A woman walks in and glances between us as he stops talking.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?" She looks at him.

"Rum, please." He winks.

"Can I get you a refill, Mr Pesci?"

"Please." I smile at her.

"Dancer, Sir?" She look