Wally's sitting there at the table with his client across the table. He's listening...listening....to this person's little sob story like he gives a shit. The only reason he did this pretended to pay attention was so they'd keep coming back which would make the club more money.

"when will this bitch stop talking" wally thought..

"mhm...oh I am so sorry that happened" Wally held the person's hands softly. He looked at them with soft eyes.