01-16-2014, 01:31 PM
Scene opens at a fancy French restaurant. White tablecloths cover the tables, candles in the center of each one. You can tell it is a fancy restaurant due to the number of forks at each place setting, almost too many to count. The restaurant is fairly crowded, only a few empty tables remain. The other tables are occupied with men in suits and ties and women in evening gowns. There is a light murmur of conversation in the air and a laugh here and there. The whole scene is underscored by a live string quartet that is set apart in the far corner of the room.
Suddenly the front door opens and the room falls silent, even the strings stop as three figures enter the room. It is Levi Storm flanked by two gorgeous women. Two more men follow them. The presence of newcomers to this restaurant is not what causes the scene, however their attire is what has now caused the silence to turn into a buzz of confusion and gossip. The women are in high cropped tops covered in rhinestones bearing their fit tight mid-drift, Mini skirts that leave very little to the imagination and Thigh high leather boots. Meanwhile the men wear skin tight jeans with rips in the thighs and wife beaters. They are well defined and appear to be chiseled out of granite. And then there is Levi, who wears a black mesh long-sleeved shirt and Leather pants. A Calvin Klein waistband can be seen through the shirt over the waist of the pants. He pulls his sunglasses off and looks at the maître d' who stands in his white tie and tails with his mouth still slightly agape at the sight of what has just walked into his establishment. Levi addresses him while chewing gum.
Levi: Hey, yeah we need a table for five.
They stand there as the host continues to stare back at the crew, unsure of his next move. Levi snaps his fingers.
Levi: HELLO… I said we need a table for five.
Levi looks back at the two men who stand behind him who cross their arms as does Levi. They look like an imposing group as the ladies get antsy. One of them pulls out her iPhone and starts playing on it. The man behind the podium finally regains some of his composure and addresses Levi.
Host: Uh… Do you have a reservation sir?
Levi: No.
Host: I’m sorry sir, but you must have a reservation in order to be seated.
Levi: What the fuck!? You have… 1… 2… 3… 4… Four empty tables. You’re telling me that we can’t sit at one of them? Oh, I get it you’re with him. Aren’t you?
The man looks slightly concerned as he looks around at the once again silent restaurant, trying to figure out whom he is talking about.
Host: With who Sir?
Levi: You know damn well who I am talking about. You’re all the same. This is some bullshit. Hoity toity assholes refuse to seat us just because we are better looking than you are, and we’re stronger than you. I have a mind to knock your French ass out, right here, in front of all of the fucking snobs. If it weren’t a felony I would do it too. But no, you know what, I’m going to save it. I’ll save it for your comrade, your BFF Linguini.
Host: Sir, I am still confused, I am from Cleveland, and we don’t serve linguini here, we are a French restaurant, not Italian, but there is an Olive Garden about three blocks down that I’m sure you would be comfortable at.
Levi: FUCK YOU!!! The Olive fucking Garden? Do I look like I just left the trailer park to you? I have witnesses… you all saw it I was provoked. He fucking started this.
Levi leaps toward the man almost making it over the podium before the two men behind him grab hold of each arm.
Brock: Levi, chill man, he’s not worth it.
Aden: Yeah man, he’s just a punk, you just remember him when you’re taking out that skinny bitch on Monday.
Then one of the girls looks up from her iPhone.
Tammi: Did someone say Olive Garden? I love their bread sticks! Let’s go there!
Both women turn to leave. Levi looks disgusted, but has calmed down. Brock and Aden let him go. He spits in the direction of the podium and the man cowering behind it, before they escort him out. As the scene fades out Levi is heard.
Levi: Of course you like the Olive Garden… Dumb bitch.
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