Rock wanted no part of it. Someone had arranged a table full of female Hashers in a downtown restaurant and wanted to Rock to play the part of a servant for their every wish. Another man, John Cawn, would serve as the head waiter. Rock's job, best he could figure, would include such silliness as placing warm, damp towels on the women's necks.
"You never go along with anything," Lacey said.
"I just came here to eat supper, Ms. Poo," Rock said. "Why can't you figure out that I don't want to roleplay as a boy from a restaurant in fucking Hong Kong?"
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