Thommy's Pizza Shack was anything but glamorous. It was small, lit by someone who could be commonly mistaken for a clown, and was known for its poor service. Sasuke paid no attention to the overstuffed plastic leather benches or cracked table. He ignored the old jukebox vomiting classic love songs from its electric interior, and the empty bottle of Guiness lying at his feet. A young waiter approached the corner table and removed a small notepad from his apron pocket.
"You want some drinks, or...?" Sasuke waved a hand and shook his head at the outrageously incompetant employee.