"Hey, You just looked at my leg, didn't you?"
Tina calls the waiter, Josh.
"I.. I didn't do it, miss."
"Then why is your stick standing upright?"
"It is..."
Tina doesn't seem to want to listen to his excuse anymore.
"Okay, lets do this way. If you win our game, I'll forget it. Otherwise, I'll tell your boss... You know what's gonna happen after that, right?"
Tina gives an insidious smile.
They invited the waiter to their game.
The wine glasses on the head and both back hands of the waiter are dangerously balanced. What the hell is going on here?
The waiter knows for himself that he can never win this game.
Because the girls didn't set the number of canings he had to endure in the first place.