Tony is outside the restaurant, his cell phone to his ear. He seems to be having a conversation with someone in low tones.
"Okay, thank you. I appreciate it. I'll see you later tonight." he says, hanging up as Tasha touches his shoulder. He turns around to face her, and there's a large dark stain on his coat that smells of Scotch. His eyes are clear and he seems alert, though.
"Hey, Tasha." he says, offering her a sad smile. "Sorry, but I had to get out of that room. This whole thing isn't going well."
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