Jean-Claude wished he could have seen the old cripple slip on that grease and hit the floor, but he had to settle for the aftermath. As it worked out, Jean-Claude was stuck at Table Ten when it happened...but that wasn't such a bad thing. The less he was around when Grandpa Fuckhole had bad luck, the less likely it would be that someone would figure out that Jean-Claude was the one making the luck possible.
"Oh my God!" said Jean-Claude, pretending to be surprised when he pushed through the swinging doors and saw Zeno sprawled flat on his back on the floor. "What happened?"
Zeno propped himself up on his elbows and shook his head. "Slipped," he said with a sheepish smirk. "Now we really got a tossed salad, huh?"
Feigning concern, Jean-Claude crouched beside him and brushed lettuce
