Send the old man for an assist

Bundling up Scarlett's clothes, you stand from the booth and walk towards the bathroom after her. Flashing you a grin, the old man catches your eye. An idea darts through your mind and instead of proceeding, you join him at his booth. He looks confused and you return his grin with one of your own.

"Quite a show," You say, nodding towards the bathroom. "Don't you think?"

The old man chuckles, "Boy howdy! I ain't seen titties like them in almost thirty years!" He dabs some sweat off his brow.

"How's that ticker holding up?" You ask, casually reaching for his pen. "Wasn't too much for you, was it?"

"Almost couldn't hear anything but it thumping away." He says, lightly rubbing his chest. "But I got a pacemaker keeping me in tip top shape!"

"Good, that's good," You say, writing on a napkin. "And uh... Between us guys... How's everything working... downstairs?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest," He says, leaning back slightly. "It's been quite a while since I've used it. But after seeing that, I think we might still be in business."

"That's good to hear," You say, chuckling. "Now... Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Albert," He says, stretching out his hand. You shake it and introduce yourself.

"Now, Albert," You say, leaning towards him. "I think I've got something that can tell for sure whether or not your soldier's still standing at attention."

Albert leans in as well, eager to hear his miracle cure. "Yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah," You reply. "And she's in that bathroom."

"Oh no!" He exclaims, sitting upright. "I couldn't possibly-"

"You can," You say, sliding the napkin over to him. "And she will. Just tell her what's written there."

Albert picks up the napkin and carefully reads it. He looks back over at you with confusion, and you respond with a nod. Thinking it over, Albert slowly folds up his newspaper. Lifting his skinny frame from the booth, he leaves a ten on the table and walks away. For a moment, you think he has refused your offer. but then he places his hand on the bathroom door. Slowly, he turns the handle and steps inside.

Bundling up Scarlett's clothes, you stand from the booth and walk towards the bathroom after him.