erich gets in the van and drives down the road in his typical serpentine maneuver."this place doesnt have valet,does it? i dont want some greasy kid driving my shit.i've seen ferris bueller's day off.i know what those creeps do."

"Oh, we're famous, Erich. Just give the guys the car. If they steal it, they might be doing us a favor..."

They stroll inside and are seated at a large table. Tony peruses the menu and then looks up at chloe. "You're going to have the peanut butter soup with mashed squash and roasted duck breast. The new york matinee called it a "playful and mysterious little dish." And then...the red snapper with pine nuts. I think that will follow nicely." ooc: i could quote american psycho all day dear god...and that's exactly what i'm going to do.
Sam puts the menu down, confused. "I see they've omitted the pork loin with lime jelly." Neil looks around and turns to sam, "This is a real beehive of activity, Fischer." Sam smiles. "I'm a child of divorce, give me a break!....Is that Ivana trump? what are you thinking, halver- I mean, Fischer. What would Ivana trump be doing in Dorsia?"

ooc: okay now i've reached my quota for american psycho quotes. i will be quiet about it now...hopefully.

nina takes castors arm and struts in like she owns the place.

chloe looks puzzled at the menu and is much relieved when tony orders for her, "thank you so much tony.the menu is all in swedish or something.i didnt see any chicken fingers.

erich is feeling high as fuck and exceptionally lonely due to lack of female company.he hits on the girl at the reservation desk and is shot down quickly.so he joins the table,muttering. he orders several kobe steaks,as he wants to sample how they taste from rare to well done.he also orders a bottle of some champagne he cant pronounce. "dont be afraid to live it up.we gotta show these swine we mean business,god dammit.BUSINESS! we mean it. they only thing the respect is money,and that we have!"

Sam orders the squid meatloaf with onion marmalade, with a side of herbed potatoes with raspberry coulis. He of course pronounces everything wrong. Jeff is taking a sip of an excessively expensive glass of wine when he spits it out. "Uh...we had a show tonight, didn't we?"

"Oh, shit... When does your show start?"

Castor pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of Sam in his pink tux. "Alright... I know who I'm sending this to..." He said to himself as he began typing in Nichole's twitter name.

Sam tries to reach over the table to grab Castor's phone, but as soon as he sits up, Jeff hits him in the balls with a candlestick. He sits down and tries to look unhappy, although he secretly wonders what nichole will think of him in a pink tux. Neil looks at Erich's steaks. "I love well done steaks, they last longer because you have to chew them!" and happily helps himself to the charred piece of meat.

Castor chuckled at the answer he recieved from Nichole and showed his phone to Sam. "Very handsome. :)" was all Nichole had written back, but he hoped that made Sam happy.

an extremely wide grin split sam's face. "Woah, that's....awesome" Neil, panicking at the thought that they might not be able to pay, began to gorge himself on all available foodstuffs. "If we're dine and dashing, we gotta go out with a bang!"