Chan, Aileen and I arrived at McDonalds for supper as it’s close, and it’s the only thing open after 11.
We were dressed like the wonderful people we are-with jeans full of stains and a broken zipper, peacock pants and pirate boots, not a shred of makeup and tank tops galore.Obviously, we were the most attractive things within ten miles.
Upon entering the McDicks we made it to the counter though many people were waiting around for their orders. They had a newbie at the cash and she was being coaxed through every step of the process of the till. Beside us was a skinny little weasel of a kid, and his larger more buxom friend. Both couldn’t have been more than 15 and were equally full of teenage ‘not give a fuck’. They turned their sights on Chan.
As Chan ordered, Leen and I had taken it upon ourselves to act like complete and utter idiots in public. First by butt punching, then it upgraded to hip checking, first just enough to step, then enough to stumble and nearly fall, this upgraded to stomping on each others feet and poking each other in the face.
“What are they on?” Though the weasel kid asked Chan the question, it was directed more towards Chans bosom. Where his eyes stayed for the rest of the conversation.
“What type of drugs are your friends on?”
“None, that’s the problem.”
“Give me your number. So we can like, talk about stuff.”
“Give me your number, give me your number.”
“Oh. So. What are you into?”
“What are you and your friends into?”
“Uh, nothing.” *moves away*
“So, what are they into then?”
“So they’re totally into World of war craft and stuff like that?”
“They’re graphic designers.” This is when the skinny fifteen year old and his larger friend moved towards Aileen and I, despite how set on the avid foot battle we were.
“You guys look like graphic Designers.” We hadn’t heard the initial conversation and we looked at eachother. Leen smirked at me.
“Oh shit, I can’t even hide it.”
“So, can you do an animation of us?”
“That’s gunna cost you a couple grand.”
“Oh shit-no you don’t make that much.”
“Yeah I do.”
“So you must be rolling in it.’
“Nope! I’m a freelancer, I only get a few jobs enough!”
“Nope! I’m young! I’m not flipping burgers :D”
They abandoned us when their food arrived as Chan and her boobies had given them the boot and I was more set on prodding Leens butt into submission. Which was accompanied by the yowl of “Oh yes! I look like such a graphic designer! In my pajama pants and my pirate boots.”
“He at least made eye contact with you-his eyes never left Chans tits.’
“That’s because I have none! Oo sexy ribcage, oh so sexy. You could wash a shirt on that!”
We grabbed our iced coffees and bag, fleeing to the car with Chan giddily squeaking. “They gave us two extra burgers! Two burgers each!”
Our lives are rich an eventful.