Alan hoped his expression showed the mild annoyance that he was feeling towards Darren's mock posture, but he knew better than to think that his friend actually cared. He knew that Darren had a knack for nitpicking his mannerisms, and Alan had a knack for ignoring it most of the time. Sliding the menu across the table, he cocked an eyebrow and leaned back against the stiff seat. "Obviously. Did you have a house call?" was his curt response to Darren's vague excuse. Before the other man had a chance to respond, however, the same cheery waitress from earlier was by their table.<br/><br/>"We're all here now, right?" she asked, only waiting the minimal amount of time for a response before going on again. "My name is Cathy, and I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you anything to drink while you look over the menu?" she asked Darren, standing with her pen and pad at the ready again. Alan pressed his lips together tightly, trying only a little bit to pass it off as a smile. If he was honest, though, her enthusiasm was really starting to get on his nerves. Cathy didn't seem to even notice, and kept her gaze fixed on Darren with a certain glint in her eye, one that told Alan that she would probably be making more frequent stops at their table than necessary.<br/><br/>Alan leaned forward again and folded his arms atop the table, giving Darren a knowing look now. He could feel a plan forming in the back of his mind, but he couldn't express it in front of the very one it involved. He would have to wait until she finally left whenever that might be.