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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 1:35 pm
Chris raised a brow, clearly and silently telling Dawson just how much he believed he lost to anyone in a looks competition. He collected care supplies from the artist for show - neither of them would need it - and followed Dawson out.
"I just want a burger. Like, a big, multi-patty, juicy, ******** good burger. Make it happen big guy." He shoved his hands in his pockets with a s**t eating grin. "If I don't feel thoroughly ******** by the end, though, you're paying be back."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 2:15 pm
"What the hell, dude? Who sticks a burger up they a*****e??" He guffawed just at the image of it. "What the hell. Mission messed you up somethin' else, man, swear t'God."
The boys took to wandering the city for about twenty minutes before they hit a string of restaurants. Naturally, rather than pick a new place, Dawson pointed out several more familiar ones. "BK whoppers'll fill ya right up," he suggested, both amused and disgusted by the imagery again. "Wendy's got somethin', maybe? Man, I miss ice cream stuff...oh! McFlurries! Sonic's not real good fer burgers, but they got tots n' onion rings n' cheese sticks..." His stomach rumbles just at the memory.
But eventually they just settled at a brightly lit diner since it was closer. Sigh.
"Here or t'go?" he asked Chris, and then his face lit up. "Bro, we could make it a movie night! Sneak some s**t into a theater or somethin'!" He really must have been vindictive against Chris' wallet.
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