Thank goodness Nux was familiar with the maxim No shirt, no shoes, no service. Or whatever the British equivalent was. As they swung into the diner, the waitress looked up. "Heiji, haven't seen you in a while! This a friend of yours?"

He responded without a pause to think. "Yeah, just thought we'd stop for a bite to eat! Okay if we sit in the back?"

"Sure, just pick a seat; I'll bring your menus over."

For the moment, the outside of the diner was police siren-free. Probably they'd dismissed the damage as the doing of some drunk kid. Heiji sat down in one of the booths, speaking in a lowered voice -- but not so low that it would attract attention. "So you do this kinda thing all the time, huh?"