[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

“Sounds lame,” Joel said, “Good thing there’s gonna be booze.”

Tommy chuckled a bit, “What is up with your family and the names?” He was genuinely interested in the answer.

“Sounds like they just let autocorrect name their kids.” He continued unperturbed on his newly filled Guiness. “You still got that black suit?” He said looking at Tommy. Joel owned nothing nicer than shorts, jeans, t-shirts and hoodies. 

“That one I bought you in Tokyo?” Tommy said. Prior to their meeting with the big wheels at Nissan, Tommy was forced to purchase his business partner one finely tailored suit from an expensive department store in Ginza. The price tag was enough to even make Tommy shake his head a little, “Oh yeah, I still got it, might be the most expensive suit I own.”

Joel tipped his glass at Marlin with a wide grin, “See that, we go top shelf around here.” He continued with his steak momentarily, “I want to see who’s going to sit where.” He said, “Please make sure I sit right next to your aunt.”

“Uh, no.” Tommy said.

“Why not?” Joel asked, “It’ll be fun.” He briefly picked at the box the model arrived in until he stopped and examined the shipping label before he burst into laughter. 

“What is it?”

Joel peeled the label off and turned it so both Tommy and Marlin could see, “This is your new nickname,” He cackled. The misprinted label clearly read [i]Tommy Lormax[/i] rather than [i]Lomax[/i]. Joel laughed hysterically, “Isn’t that a Pokemon or something?”

“You need to get out more.” Tommy said shaking his head trying not to laugh himself. Joel had about the most twisted and sick sense of humor he had ever encountered including NFL locker rooms.

“That’s some funny shit.” Joel laughed. “Can we make sure his table card says the same thing?” He said to Marlin. “[i]LORMAX[/i], table for four.” He applied one hand to his sternum in a feeble attempt to control his hysterics. 

[@PrinceAlexus]