Dine N Dash

(Waitress enter, smacking gum loudly. She wipes down a table with a filthy rag until Coral enters)

Coral: (Entering the restaurant, looking around with a bright smile on her face) Hello! This is a... very nice place you have here! (Waitress ignores her and leads her to a table) So, what's your name?

Waitress: Waitress.

Coral: Your name is Waitress?

Waitress: Yes. Do you have a problem with that?

Coral: Oh, no no. (Waitress turns to leave) Um, could I have a menu?

Waitress: We don't have one.

Coral: You don't have a menu?

Waitress: Nope. We have some stuff written on the wall there. (leaves again)

Coral: Could I have a drink? (She's already gone) Okay... Well, this is a bit more lonely than I anticipated, but I'm a grown adult who can have dinner by herself, oh yes I can. I wish it was somewhere a little bit nicer, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose... And now I'm talking to myself... Where did that Waitress go? (Suddenly, Waitress appears) Oh great! Excuse me- (she is ignored as Roxie walks in)

Waitress: (Leads Roxie over to the table. Confused looks between Roxie and Coral) Here you go. And before you ask, the menu is on the wall, that pencil there. (starts to leave)

Roxie: Can I have a drink? (She's already gone) Wow, great service here. So warm and welcoming.

Coral: Hello! It appears we're eating dinner together.

Roxie: Yeah, I'm not sure how that happened. I made a reservation for one.

Coral: So did I... Maybe there was some sort of mix up?

Roxie: I don't know. It doesn't look very busy, at any rate. Maybe they just didn't want to clean separate tables. I know I wouldn't.

Coral: Well, since we're table buddies, I'm Coral. It's nice to meet you.

Roxie: The name's Roxie. (looking around) Dang, this place really is a dump.

Coral: I think the term is rustic.

Roxie: I think that's too nice. (rests elbows on table, and quickly yanks them up again) Oh, disgusting! It's sticky.

Coral: Maybe they're trying to promote proper table etiquette? (Roxie glares at her) Not that you're not proper, or anything, I mean, I was just trying to think on the positive side, you know I mean-

Roxie: I get it. Ugh, I need a drink. Waitress! (Waitress appears, again smacking gum) I need a drink.

Waitress: Whatcha want?

Roxie: Alcohol. You got that?

Waitress: Yes.

Roxie: How about a beer.

Waitress: We don't have beer.

Roxie: Any beer? At all?

Waitress: Nope.

Roxie: (Waitress shakes her head for each) Wine? Vodka? Whisky? For Pete's sake, you don't even have a good shot of Whisky? What do you have, then?

Waitress: We've got some sherry.

Roxie: I'll take that.

Waitress; Alright. (leaves)

Coral: Wait, can I have a drink? (She's already gone) Okay... (The waitress comes back with bottle of cooking sherry, places it on the table, and leaves again)