Jason, Creese, and Debra had just paid their bill at the counter. They were on their way to leave when everyone started eating like drunken idiots. That's when they picked up their pace towards the door. Jason- big build and buzzed brown hair- pulled the door's handle, "What the?"
Debra- short with long, wavy, burgundy hair- spoke, "You have to push it."
Jason pushed on the handle, "Okay. I'm seriously thinking of breaking this."
Debra groaned, "Settle down. Let's just ask one of the waiters to help us out."
Meanwhile, Creese- black with a shave head- looked around to be creeped out by how weird everyone was looking. A grown man sitting with his family nearby had bumps coming out of his forehead. The woman beside him had her mouth stretching out in a funky color. Creese was starting to feel very uncomfortable.
"Let's go see the manager." Creese suggested in a whispering tone.
The three began walking back to the other side of the room. About halfway, a waiter stopped them, "Is there a problem?"
"Uh..." Jason said looking around nervously, "The front door's locked."
The waiter groaned, "That's probably the security system acting up again. I'll escort you to the back exit. Follow me."
Debra didn't rouse any suspicion to the waiter, she just wanted to get out of there. All three of them followed the waiter, taking a few glances around the room as they marched in fearful step.
The waiter brought them back through the double doors and took a door to the right. The trio didn't even think of how suspicious it was. Interestingly enough, the door they went through wasn't an alternate exit.