Il Pollo, Monday Night

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So. Ray had a date. A real, actual date. Okay, the lady in question had been a little sketchy on the details to that regard, but it wasn't gonna stop him from tossing on his best shirt and jacket and making his way over to the establishment in question.

Where he was gonna wait. Apparently he was early. Whoops.

[ ray's here for one, but the restaurant is clearly open for all other uses ]