Thee Don floors her red Ferrari and slides side ways parallel parking close to entrance. Half awake sipping a grande espresso walking zombie like through the door.
era dynamics: Um excuse me, You can smoke in here also you should have fire arms in here this is wrestling federation not a shooting range.........
Thee Don stares off into space slowly sipping her espresso listening to the bombardment of Era Dynamics rambling way to early yet to comprehend.
era dynamics: Are you listening, ( smacks the espresso from her hands) Now I got your attention.
Thee Don changes demeanor and grabs Era Dynamic by the ear and with sharp twist begins to answer First off, I am not smoking my cigar is, Second My firearms are protected by NRA and second amendment. Unless yous want Charleton Heston and Detroit mad man Sweaty Teddy Nugget up in here I would advice to back off, Third who Hell are you? Do sign my checks? NO good we're gonna go for little ride then to replace my espresso made my Mamma Luchis arthritic hands from my neighborhood.
Thee Don with death grip on her ear pulls Era Dynamics toward doorway literally bumping into a handsome older gentleman in finely tailored suit. Thee Don looks up to and squeels " Oh my friggin gawd, I love you movies I must seen them all. Good fellows, Casino, the list goes on and on, such a big fan".
Al Pacino: disappointed face" Your thinking Robert De Niro, I am Al Pacino, you know Scare Face , Godfather, you know.
Thee Don embarrassedOh my Gawd I love those films, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND She blasts the window out behind them unloading her gun.Mr. Pacnio would you do me the honor of signing my gun, pretty please.
He nods and quickly signs on the pearl handled smoking gun and hands it back to Thee Don who stands Starstruck and with giant cheesy grin.
She waves the signed gun in Era's face Hey you piece of crap I just met Al friggin Pacino (Squeels again.)/color]
Thee Don: Is there a local coffee shop near by , this piece of crap i got by ear here ruined my espresso Mr. Pacino
Al Pacino: (thinks a moment) Yeah, I believe on 5th street about block or three away.
Thee Don: Geez better hurry then thanks Mr. Pacino,( Pulls tight on Era's ear again and drags her to car.)
Thee Don warns " Yous might want put you seat belt on. Just saying." As soon as that was said she quickly floors the car and spins tire tearing out parklot leaving black tire marks . Era quickly whips in dashboard and back to the bucket seat and realises the view out of window is noting but a blur whizzing by.
A violent and abrupt stop whips Era yet again into dash board.
Thee Don: Yous know, forget about it, Get yourself a cup of joe too my treat since I am feeling generous since met The Great Al Pacino. Hands Era a fifty dollar bill and tell her order and sits by the table by the door back to wall and facing the whole coffee shop tapping her finger nails on table awaiting her replacement espresso.
Minutes later Era hands her, her Espresso and Thee Don bolts for her car and speeds off back to fed, leaving Era in a cloud of exhaust and burnt tire smell at the outside entrance of coffee establishment.
