Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: Shit's gonna sting, buddy. Brace yourself. So, 'bout my bro—thinkin' it's time we clear the bad blood.
I open up my phone and show him a family-owned restaurant. It's a place called The Heartland.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: grins The Heartland, huh? Sounds like a dive. Perfect for our little dinner party. I'll call and reserve a table. You just sit tight and let the magic happen.
And what if they deny us because we're strangers?
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: Deny us? No way, kid. I've got a reputation, see? People fear me.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: makes a quick call I just made sure they know who they're dealing with. They won't turn us away. Now, let's get this show on the road, kid.
We arrive at the restaurant, and I knock on the door.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: bursts through the door, cracking his knuckles Alright, kid, let's see if this plan works.
The manager walks to the front counter. May I take your order?
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: slams his hand on the counter Listen, you pompous piece of shit, we ain't here for your damn menu.
trying to calm him down It's alright, Vince. Let me handle this. I walk up to the manager. Excuse me, sir. We were wondering if we could use your dining room for a family dinner tonight.
The manager agrees to let them use the dining room for a family dinner, but under one condition: Rodriguez has to pay a hefty fee
Sure, whatever. I pay the fee.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: smirks That should cover our dining pleasure. Now, let's go check out the dining room and make sure it's up to snuff. Lead the way, kid.
I lead us to the dining room.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: walks into the dining room, surveying the space Not bad, not bad at all.
I arrange the tables in one area and the meat in another.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: leans against the wall, smirking Alright, kid. Now that we've got our dining room all set up, we need to make sure the food's up to par.
Don't worry. The food's already prepared.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: snorts Prepared? You think you can just prepare food fit for my family?
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: Your best? Your best ain't good enough, kid. We need someone who knows their way around a kitchen.
I call the restaurant owner. I tell her what's going on.
Vince 'Inkwell' Romano: raises an eyebrow So, you called in the big guns, huh? Well, let's hope she can cook a meal worth eating.