The Banquet

Mr. Peacock walked through the banquet room with the Hotel Cortez head chef, Jeffery, to ensure that everything was perfect. They needed tonight to be the best experience the hotel could offer if they were to attract the ILM back to their hotel next year.

“I’m telling you, we have everything under control,” Jeffery said. He watched Mr. Peacock fumble with his clipboard and guest list.

“I just don’t see how you –”

“Geeze man, take a breath. I told you, I’m used to this sort of thing. I’ve got it all handled.”

“But, but…HOW! Look at these guests! You can’t –”

Jeffery sighed and grabbed the clipboard away from Mr. Peacock. “Follow me.”

They walked across the banquet room to a large tank filled with salt water. “Jaws. Two buckets chum and a few innards left over from preparation. Since he’s the only aquatic guest tonight, we’ve put the…