Regina
“Waiter!” Skrill waived his empty martini glass to the young man who was attending our table. “I’m going to need another martini. And make it a double.”
“Um,” the waiter looked uncomfortable. “We don’t usually do a double martini sir, I’ll have to charge you…”
“Fine, fine, whatever, just bring it.” Skrill said with an empirical wave of his hand.
“Yes sir,” the waiter hurried away with his empty glass. Skrill sat back in his chair and watched the rest of the table with the air of an annoyed and offended monarch.
Robyn was already about halfway through a massive thirty-ounce rib eye steak. It seemed impossible that a woman that small could put away that much meat, even if she was eating for two, but she was making impressive progress. On either side of her, the Williams
