Location: Denny's, Miami Beach, Florida
Mavietta, late 20's, with eyes that never seem completely open or aware of their surroundings, sits inside a Denny's with Burgle, early 30's, her lanky and unkempt boyfriend. They are sprawled atop their table while they look at the menu, all arms and elbows. Unbeknownst to her, a lock of Mavietta's limp, long, mousy hair rests in a small puddle of creamer and sugar the last patrons left behind.
Donty, 50, their waitress, a mound of flesh and fatigue, stands in one corner of the Denny's and reads a note on an unfolded piece of legal paper. She looks up towards the kitchen, then back to the note.
Finally, Donty ambles over to them, her pursed lips leading the way. She takes out pad and pen to take orders, her 2-inch long fingernails clacking incessantly. She sidles up to the table and turns towards Mavietta.
DONTY: You know what you'd like, hon?
Mavietta stares at Donty's nails. Burgle clears his throat.
BURGLE: I want...hold on, I lost it-
Donty shoots him a look and turns back to Mavietta, who holds the menu up to her face.
MAVIETTA: I want the two egg breakfast. Three eggs. No, two. White toast...three eggs.
Donty has stopped scribbling on her pad. She puts her hand on her hip. Burgle belches.
Mavietta's eyes go wide.
MAVIETTA: I want also, let me have bacon and sausage. I can-
DONTY: Do you want what with the meal and what as a side?
MAVIETTA: Bacon and sausage.
DONTY: Yeah honey, what to come with your meal and what as a side? You get a meat with the meal, which is two pieces, and a side, which is four pieces.
Mavietta pauses, looks at Burgle, who picks up a menu and pores over it again.
MAVIETTA: Yeah, I want both. I mean, could I get bacon and sausage?
DONTY: Yes, honey, but which is the side? The side!
Burgle and Mavietta look at each other, then at Donty.
BURGLE: I want to talk to your manager.
Donty gives him the side eye. Mavietta's gaze has already drifted away to a plastic flower in a cheap vase that sits on the table next to the jelly and jam packs.
Donty opens her mouth to speak, but stops short as the sound of screaming and breaking glass erupts from the kitchen beyond. Two men's voices shout profanities.
A bus boy and two waitresses fly past Donty towards the kitchen.
A short, squat man in his 40's flies out of the kitchen, red-faced and screaming. He makes a beeline for the exit, but stops briefly and looks squarely at Donty.
She makes a move towards him, but he leaps through the exit and is gone. Donty slowly walks towards glass double doors and looks out as the man gets into his car.
Burgle clears his throat again. Donty whirls around, drops something onto the floor. The (now folded up) scrap of legal paper.
MAVIETTA: Can't even get bacon and sausage...