*Giovani*
“Un altro!” the chorus of a dozen rowdy men yelled as they slammed their empty beer bottles onto the table.
I watched it rattle under my hand with an unimpressed look, the dishes clinking and clattering together from the sheer force of the slam.
“Idiots,” I said under my breath as I watched one of the men grab another by the head and give him a noogie, boisterous laughter ringing throughout the private room I’d paid for. Good thing too, otherwise, we’d have definitely gotten some complaints.
The poor terrified server girl stared at us from the corner with an open mouth, taking in a dozen men in their twenties to fifties and drinking like there was no tomorrow.
“Remind me to give her a huge tip.” I sighed, glancing to my right as Gabriele was currently counting the nearly thousand dollars he’d just won from the men on a rigged bet with a cunning smirk on his face. “Or better yet, you pay for it.”