Jason: I allowed you to come with me under one condition. Don't forget that condition.
Dick: I know, I know. I'm not allowed to date your friend.
Jason: I mean it, Dick. You have a weakness for red heads and Jazz-
Dick: -Is not looking for a relationship or situationship. I know. You said so at least ten times on the way over here. Come on Jay, have a little faith.
Jason: Alright. Just be cool. *opens door* and welcome to Jazz's Bookshelve. The best place to read and listen to slow jazz.
Dick: *whistles* You weren't kidding when you said this place had a cool theme. But is that shelve all the books they have?
Jason: Nope. I told you the front part was a Coffee shop styled like a bar for a reason. This was a speakeasy back in the 1920s, and behind that bookshelf is the entrance, which leads down into the speakeasy, which is what they turned into the bookshop. The live jazz band plays down there too.
Dick: Very nice. Whoever thought about the idea was a genius
Danny behind the bar: Thank you for the compliment. I'll let Jazz know someone loved her idea today.
Danny: Hey Jay, back again for another drink and a speakeasy read?
Jason: You know it. By the way, the man frozen in place like a idiot is my older brother. Dick this is Danny Fenton, the owner's brother and my friend.
Danny: He doesn't talk much, does he?
Jason: No, he does. A lot Normally he be a chatter box. The only time he freezes is when- Oh come on! I told you the condition!
Dick: He doesn't count! You said the redhead! Not the cute barista!
Danny: Cute barista? Thank you. I try.
Jason: I can't believe you. This is junior high all over again! Stop flirting with my friends!
Dick: *gasp* I don't flirt with your friends! They flirt with me!
Jason: No! Et tu Danny!? ET TU?