"Waiter!" Mr.Pruce called out taking the piece of now, warm raw meat off his head as the tuxedo clad waiter approached.
"Yes sir?"
"Here," Mr.Pruce said slapping the raw steak in the palm of the waiter's hand, who looked mortified "Take this back into the kitchen and cut it into little pieces then put it in a doggy bag."
"A doggy bag sir?" the waiter sound indignant.
"Yeah, for my dog.., stupid." Mr. Pruce added as the waiter rolled his eyes slightly as he returned to the kitchen.
"Brutus will enjoy that." Xation said as he sat there trying not to think of his wretch of a wife, he felt ill to his stomach with a slight headache and he had meetings all the rest of the day. Xation was worried on many fronts, but it was nice to sit here with his best friend and chat and drink and eat and try to be merry.
"Go on have a laugh." Xation said shaking his head slightly.
So big, burly, bald Bengiman got up grabbed a cocktail napkin off the table and went over to Mr.Charley Pride and told him profusely how great a singer and song writer he was and what a credit he was to the Great State of Texas and may he please have an autograph for his dear departed mum; which he promised to frame with a picture of her. And Mr.Pride was delighted for the recognition of is work and talent from a fan from so far across the sea and was happy to know he still had fans in England. Bengiman shook his hand a little too long as he told Mr.Pride he was so proud to have met him. He then went back to his table beaming as if he had just met the Queen and Xation was very happy to see his friend enjoy the experience, it helped to cheer him up a bit. Then he paid the three hundred and twenty two dollar bill leaving five one hundred dollar bills in the black book and he and Mr.Pruce went on their way. Xation had problems back at the office and he had business to tend to, but before he dealt with those matters he dropped Bengiman off at the Spa at Crescent Court to get a massage and have steam while he set about tending to his appointments.
"Yes sir?"
"Here," Mr.Pruce said slapping the raw steak in the palm of the waiter's hand, who looked mortified "Take this back into the kitchen and cut it into little pieces then put it in a doggy bag."
"A doggy bag sir?" the waiter sound indignant.
"Yeah, for my dog.., stupid." Mr. Pruce added as the waiter rolled his eyes slightly as he returned to the kitchen.
"Brutus will enjoy that." Xation said as he sat there trying not to think of his wretch of a wife, he felt ill to his stomach with a slight headache and he had meetings all the rest of the day. Xation was worried on many fronts, but it was nice to sit here with his best friend and chat and drink and eat and try to be merry.
"I love that fucking dog, my old bulldog." Bengiman smiled finishing off his second plate of food. As he took his last bite he looked up as two older black gentlemen were seated at a table across from the two. "Oh my Christ!" Bengiman exclaimed his eyes lighting up as he stared at the taller of the two men. "Do you know who that it is?" he gawked and Xation did not he shook his head no.
"That sir, is Mr.Charley Pride, sir." Bengiman said his eyes glistening as he explained "Me mum loved Country music and he was her favorite.., Oh God I want his autograph, please Xation let me go over, I won't embarrass you, promise.""Go on have a laugh." Xation said shaking his head slightly.
So big, burly, bald Bengiman got up grabbed a cocktail napkin off the table and went over to Mr.Charley Pride and told him profusely how great a singer and song writer he was and what a credit he was to the Great State of Texas and may he please have an autograph for his dear departed mum; which he promised to frame with a picture of her. And Mr.Pride was delighted for the recognition of is work and talent from a fan from so far across the sea and was happy to know he still had fans in England. Bengiman shook his hand a little too long as he told Mr.Pride he was so proud to have met him. He then went back to his table beaming as if he had just met the Queen and Xation was very happy to see his friend enjoy the experience, it helped to cheer him up a bit. Then he paid the three hundred and twenty two dollar bill leaving five one hundred dollar bills in the black book and he and Mr.Pruce went on their way. Xation had problems back at the office and he had business to tend to, but before he dealt with those matters he dropped Bengiman off at the Spa at Crescent Court to get a massage and have steam while he set about tending to his appointments.
