March 17th, 2020
Red Lobster, Wilkes-Barre, PA, around 5:45 pm
POV: Narrator
It's been roughly two hours and thirty minutes, and the Newsies finally decided to have dinner at Red Lobster. "Hey Jack, what about the virus? Aren't there gonna be a lot of people here since it's St. Patrick's Day?" Davey asked. "Don't worry about it Dave, we's be fine out here," Jack said, reassuringly. They all exited the Newsiemobile one by one and waited for their table in the waiting area. "Hey Jack, how's it going!" the female hostess asked Jack, looking pleased to see him and the others. "Pretty good!" He replied. "15, I'm guessing?" "You got it." She led them to two separate tables that seated 8. The hostess had known the Newsies as they had usually had dinner there during her shift. They always came down to eat dinner there before going to the Newsies' Retreat. The restaurant was surprisingly empty, mostly because of the new trending virus. "You guys got it lucky, our manager said that we might close for a while tomorrow because of this new virus." She says as she leads them to their tables. One table had Jack, Davey, Racetrack, Spot, Sarah, Les, Crutchy, and Skittery. The other had Mush, Kid Blink, Boots, Specs, Bumlets, Snitch, and Itey.
As they were seated, a strange man walked inside Red Lobster. "Hi! How may I-" The man started making goofy noises and laughing like Patrick Star. "Sir," He then squatted down, sharted, then left the restaurant. The hostess stood there with a puzzled look on her face, then walked up to the front doors of the restaurant to look outside. The man was nowhere to be seen. "I apologize for that, people these days have become lunatics." "Hey, I'm not a lunatic, you're the lunatic!" A formally dressed man sitting nearby with his own custom chair and a chess set on his table turned around and said. "EY', you'se keep ya mouth shut ya smartass," Jack said out of frustration. "Ooh, Sir is really gettin' stressed out..." Racetrack said in suspense. "Oh, what are you gonna do, beat me up? Why don't you learn how to speak without a stupid accent before you say something. This isn't New York." "Hey, that does it!" Jack said, angrily. "Woah, Woah, Woah! Stop! There's no need for fists here." Davey then turned to face the man. "I guess you're so special that you need your own chair or else you'd lose a game of chess!" Davey said, standing in between them. "What is this, some kind of a walking mouth? Get lost, kid!" the man said. "Yeah, it is, a mouth with a brain. And since you got half of one maybe you ought to play him a game of chess." Racetrack said. "Oh, well I'd just like you to know that I am the god of chess and that there is no possible way to ever defeat me! I've only lost once, but it was the chair...the chair was uncomfortable, it was all a setup. Now I bring my own chair with me no matter what." The man replied. "Oh, it's on," Davey said. "What's on?" "Nothing. It's just on." "I'll get your usual drinks." the hostess mouthed to Jack.
After a mere 2 minutes, Davey won the match against the man. "That's it, I'm out of this place." the man said out of anger. "Sir, you-" "Keep the change woman, you're giving me a headache." The man walked out of the restaurant with his top hat, coat, chair, and chess set along with the person he came with, whom we shall call his "assistant". The Newsies cheered Davey as he successfully defeated the cranky man. The hostess came by, bearing their drinks and free dessert. "I apologize for all of the commotions, you'll each be getting a free dessert of your choice." "Ooo" The Newsies all said in unison. Everyone in the restaurant turned and stared at them while there was an awkward silence. "Thanks for staring!" Davey said which killed the silence. They all laughed and sat back down and conversed as usual. "A'right everyone, I'll give out a toast to our vacation. This is where it starts!" Jack said. Everyone clinked their drinks and the night went on.
About an hour later, they finished their meals. "I'm stuffed..." Racetrack said illy. He passed out and before he fell on the floor, Davey caught him. "Alright, big fella, let's get you going." "Thank ya, stay safe!" Jack yelled to the hostess as they left. Davey carried Racetrack to the queen-sized bed inside the Newsiemobile. By the time they were done eating, it was already dark out, so Davey turned on the interior lights. They were on their way to the Newsies' Retreat after a long and chaotic night.
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