The perky and barely legal little ginger who takes your order giggles at you, gives you a frank and open appraisal that makes her interest in taking the Boss's Intended for a long, slow offroad test drive all too obvious, and then nods her understanding. She does not say anything, mercifully, and it is another loligoth waitress who brings you your drink a few minutes later.<br/><br/>She comes by later with a newspaper for you, and a refill.  And later still with a sandwich.<br/><br/>It's a long, boring day. Nothing much is going on.  Customers come in. Customers depart. Ingress shows her face on the floor now and again, greeting regulars and chatting with the staff to make sure everything is going well. Nothing for you to do, more or less.<br/><br/>At least not until there is something to do, and that's the group of Killjoys shoving their way in through the front door with crowbars and chains in their hands, leering wickedly at the staff and clearly threatening to turn this into a scene from a Quentin Tarantino movie! Unfortunately for them, here you are all dressed up and ready to go.