He shouldn’t have laughed, shouldn’t have found it so entertaining, but he did. He couldn’t help himself. Sitting back in his seat, he raised his hand slightly. The waiter was there in an instant.
“I need our bill made to the junior tower suite, and send up a bottle of PJ,” he said with a smile. “Mr Eames,” he said, rising. “Shall we?”
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Date: 2012-06-15 11:36 pm (UTC)“I need our bill made to the junior tower suite, and send up a bottle of PJ,” he said with a smile. “Mr Eames,” he said, rising. “Shall we?”