Bear wondered for a moment why Thytes was giving him the drink order, but soon noticed a young waiter standing off to the side. The very masculine person was nervously holding their pen, tapping it back and forth on their order book. He could see the stains of the last three bowls of soup on the edge of the person’s shoes and felt very bad for the situation they were in.
He held tightly onto his menu while saying, “I'll have whiskey.”
The waiter kept his gaze for a second, and then moved over to Francis.
The werewolf leaned across the table and asked, “Do you have any cherry juice behind the bar?”
After a quick nod from the waiter, Francis crossed his legs the other way, slipped a piece of paper under their tray and said, “Thanks, doll. I’ll have a Shirley Temple.”
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