[Oh my god, Frank is so offended right now. He looks into the forlorn emptiness of his mug as soon as she sets it back down, and waits approximately 0 seconds before waving towards one of the employees wandering around for a refill. Again. This is definitely cup number eleven; if there weren't visual evidence of the redness of his blood, one would be forgiven for assuming he is made entirely of coffee, muscles and skin. The poor Denny's waitress just plops a whole pot down on the table with the most wan of smiles before he can say a word and turns towards Sara to see if she'll be requesting anything else off the menu that she's holding.]
I'll put you through a baby grand piano. [He grumbles, while pouring. Stealing a man's coffee, that's got to be a cardinal sin. Right? Been awhile since he's gone to mass, but he's pretty sure.] And I think you're supposed to get drunk before you come here, not during.
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I'll put you through a baby grand piano. [He grumbles, while pouring. Stealing a man's coffee, that's got to be a cardinal sin. Right? Been awhile since he's gone to mass, but he's pretty sure.] And I think you're supposed to get drunk before you come here, not during.