An hour and a half later, inside an outback bar and restaurant, we sat at the complete end of the place in case we needed to escape out the back door.
Almost everyone in the restaurant stared up at us when we walked in, the old men adjusted their glasses, the old women scowled, and held onto their purses as two full families eyed us with almost open mouths; even the noisy kids stopped coinking.
When we sat down, it quit quickly as the patrons snapped out of their homicidal trance, one man kept wiping an invisible moustache as he eyed us nervously; the main waitress missed all but three of her teeth. We kept our conversation under the veil of about four different fans blowing around the back area we were in.
As we figured out our orders, I couldn't escape the glare of a young country woman eyeing me as she cradled her infant sister. She looked about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a dull red shirt and jeans, but her eyes were a dark brown like mine as she shyly exchanged glances with me. I couldn't look away, it was like her secret she'd never tell anybody about, I felt bad for her as she finally looked away with a distinct bleakness in her eyes.
''Jhiwon..is it alive?'' said The Inch as he looked down at our order of fried mushrooms, curly fries, chicken wings, and homemade bar ranch; ''oh, that Jhiwon tastes great'' said The Jaffer as he bit into the curly fries. The food was a surprise, it may have been laced with something, but it was excellent bar food
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