"Aw man... Maybe... I dunno. My mum would die if she ever heard about me doin' something crazy like that... even if the dancers were girls. Anythings wortha try though... Maybe when I move out. Usual it is." He'd say with a noncommittal smile as he'd turn his back to Isaac to fire up the griddle, whistling as he worked and bobbing his head to the music coming through the old radio next to the register, even if it came through popping and hissing with a bit of static. Isaac would be served a cup of coffee and a bit of toast with a playful bow as if Jeff were a waiter at a high end resturant presenting a culinary masterpiece to a waiting diner while the pancakes and eggs cooked. The smell of cigarette smoke and the lingering scent of grease soon gave way to cooking food as the door rattled open, the old bell hanging on top of it ringing loud enough to peek Jeff's attention.<br/><br/>"Hey! Sit where you want I'll be with you in a second." He'd say with an informal wave. The man who had entered looked... odd, he was dressed in business attire, a spotless blue dress shirt, suspenders and slacks. All of it well cut to his form and the height of fashion for business wear. Though, despite the weather being fairly nice for an early morning in June... he had been wearing a raincoat which he would set on one of the hooks by the door. He'd sit down just a few scant seats away from Isaac. He had dark hair and almost inhumanly darkly colored eyes and there... was something just overwhelmingly odd about him. Jeff would come over, take his order for just a coffee and a glass of grapefruit juice. He'd set his briefcase down on one of the stools between him and Isaac.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Roll Request</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am going to need a Wits + Composure roll for Perception.</div></div><br/>All would be quiet in Morning Glory Diner for a time, the new comer just sitting quietly and drinking his coffee and grapefruit juice, silently watching the other two men. Jeff would bring Isaac his breakfast setting it down in-front of the dancer.<br/>"See, now I know what do though. What I'm gonna do, is save it all up for a weeknight yeah? Have every dancer in the club all over me. Everyone wins." He'd say with a grin as he'd sit on his stool behind the bar.<br/>"Say... Isaac. What club do you work at again? I can never remember the name."