Prompt: Use the name of a CD track as your inspiration (it does not have to have anything to do with the actual lyrics).
Source: Modified from writing.com; "There's a Good Reason these Tables are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of it Yet", A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, Panic! At the Disco
"So why do you think these tables are numbered?" The gum-popping blond asked, leaning in toward the man beside her.
I rolled my eyes, setting her plate in front of her. How dumb could a person be?
I walked to the other side of the table and poured the man more wine - not that he needed it. I asked if he needed anything else and he did not hear - too busy muttering in the general direction of the blond.
I held my tray perfectly level as I returned to the kitchen. I could not stop thinking about the blonde’s stupid question. I ducked in and my accomplice whispered, "Table 7."
I checked to make sure that my gun was in place and headed back into the dining room, balancing another set of plates.