In the main room, a waiter hurried over to Allen. "Your pardon, signoire, I did not mean to keep you waiting. Do you have a reservation for this evening? Table for ..?" He let his voice trail off, waiting on Allen to supply a number.<br/><br/>In the back, Antonio patiently collected the money, ignoring the banter that was starting to flow. His head turned towards Junior. "And will you be joining the others below?"