Terry nodded courteously to White, "Thank you... a table for one will suffice, perferably not in the centre." As he walked to his table he noticed Celia looking this way and could swear he heard her offering to buy him a drink.<br/><br/>He gave a little gulp as he noticed more and more how low on the fod chain he may be around here... and ofcourse, he had not signed any reformation papers. THere was something simultaneously terryfing and intriguing about the snake, he may kcik himself later for this, but he could not help but turn to White and say, "On second thought... could you make that a table for two and ask if that snake with the vodka would like to join me for a little chat before I make my order?"<br/><br/>As he sat down on the table allocated to him, he slid off his brown suede jacket, letting it rest on the back of the chair revealing his tight, short sleeve black t-shirt. Not being accustomed to such places, as evidenced when he let his light, smooth arms rest on the table, he didn't know whether there was a coat room or anything of the short. Still, being uncomfortable with the class of the establishment, he decided to engage in a little idle chatter with White as he waited to see if Celia wished to sit with him, "So, the employees all seem to have a...friendly working relationship. Must be great fun working here?"