She hit her first. The blonde woman. I saw it happen, we all saw it happen. I thought it was part of the show. The dinner theater show. Well, yes, I know now that it wasn't. Obviously.
Do I look dense to you? Or stupid, or what? Like I can tell when a fight escalated.
You don't actually care what I have to says though, right? Like will it go in your report? You know I didn't call 911? I didn't want to get involved. But now I guess it's too late for that now. My boyfriend could have told you this if you didn't let him go home. That I didn't want to do this, he could have told you that I didn't want to do this. Why do I have to do this and he doesn't have to do this?
No I don't know why she hit her. I don't know them. I don't care about them really. Well, yeah I want them both to be okay. I know it was bad. I have eyes, I could see that it was bad. It was terrible. But I thought it was part of it.
You tell me, if you saw a fight break out at a murder mystery where the actors go out into the audience and serve people dinner, what would you think? Would you think- Yes. Thank you, you would think it was part of it.
Her bracelet flew off. No the other woman. She had a bracelet on. Did anybody tell you that yet? Okay then, congratulations, it wasn't a complete waste of your time to make me stay here, just one of my time. One waste of my time.
Can I have a glass of wine while we wait here? If I have to keep waiting here I want you to buy me a glass of wine. I'm pissed, not flirting. Get over yourself. Wait, are you part of this? Are you a fucking dinner theater actor? No? Okay, show me your badge. Give it to me. Because. I want to see it! Thank you.
I do hope she's okay though. It seemed nasty. Is there like, a number I can call to check on them? Or a website? I can look up "dinner theater blonde fight dead or alive status injury arrest police" but something tells me that won't be a narrow enough search term for Google.
Can I go pee? Or leave?
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