[b]Nueva York, Manhattan's Finest Skyline Dining Experience - 'Mumbles'[/b]

Adjacent to a window which had the best view of all those wonderful glowing neon signs was single, glossy, black oak table with matching chairs with cushions made of only the finest imported Egyptian cotton. At the table there was a smorgasbord; in the center there was a suckling pig, [i]yes a suckling pig[/i] cooked with the traditional apple in its mouth and of course its skin was browned to perfection, to the left of that there were a pair of lobsters which had its shell already cracked open primed for the buttery meat inside this aquatic bug to be harvested, and on the left there was a stack of veal cutlets which were sauteed in a lemon sauce. Behind the pig were three plates, one consisted of thinly sliced tuna served raw, and two plates of oysters. In front of the pig there was a matching pair of dishes and orders. Yes when it came to service for the elite with a hankering to eat, 'mum's the word at Mumbles'.

At this particular table there were two gentlemen. On the left there was a man with a black comb-over and a tanned complexion who was dressed in a blue suit with a pair of red cufflinks. This gentleman was an agent for celebrities and made sure certain affairs were kept in order. He was keeping a keen eye on the gentleman who sat on the right. 

The individual who was sitting on the right had his focus on a high definition television that was just a few paces away behind the head of the agent. This individual needed no introduction, especially not here at Mumbles, for he was [b]THE[/b] Nicholas Grey. However what did need to be addressed was his choice of attire at this restaurant; a much classier suit in vermilion and matching trousers, pearl cufflinks, a violet undershirt made of silk, a canary yellow tie and despite this attire he wore a pair of gleaming riding boots. Nicholas Grey swished back his hair before eagerly staring at the food. The gentlemen on the other side of the table simply slid a pen across the table.

Grabbing it, Nicholas Grey immediately began to twirl it around, "Ah thanks Arthur! I know there are a lot of fans here who'd want autographs. We can worry about it after eating!" The agent, now revealed to be an Arthur began to cough before stating something about business paperwork which in turn was interrupted by Nicholas Grey slamming the pen down onto the table and grabbing a fork and knife as he frantically cut into the lobster and wolfed down a chunk.

The agent sulked and crossed his hands over his chest. Staring at his disappointed compatriot, Nicholas Grey with a mouth full of food began to mumble something. Swallowing it down Nicholas Grey spoke again, "C'mon Arthur it'll be fine; I can't eat all of this by myself and I don't want to bring a doggy bag of it back to the filming set! It has to be a surprise for when I get the rest of the crew real catering. We can focus on paperwork and that jazz later, cause I've got a feeling this upcoming broadca-" He found himself interrupted when a pair of crime fighters having a minor scuffle came whizzing past the window.

Nicholas Grey casually lifted up the pen as he pushed his seat back. He gave a brief wave to Arthur as he mimed getting his phone out of his breastpocket with his free-hand. 

"Uh huh yeah?" he said to no one on the other line, shoving the pen in the pocket he covered his mouth as he spoke to Arthur. "One of my adoring public... YEAH, I can talk. Arthur I'll be right back, shouldn't take too long." Arthur, far too exacerbated at this moment simply shut up and began to gulp an oyster down much like it was a booze bottle. 

Nicholas Grey had to get out of the restaurant and get into a vehicle as soon as possible; solving this scuffle would look great on the eight o'clock news! And so as he weaved his way out of the restaurant he began to undo his tie and undercoat to reveal some racing leathers he wore under them... It was time for some good old fashioned vigilante hobby heroism.