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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:33 pm
"I got my little notification thing yesterday," Roch said proudly. "I'm a hob now. And so--" he told the other boil, "is your on again, off again ghoulfriend. I wouldn't piss her off if I was you, she hit hard as a knob."
Then he grinned shamelessly at the waitress, motioning her over. "Can I get... three with everything except blood?" he asked her. "And a pitcher of pop." Then he looked at the others. "So what you two want?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:46 pm
Well. Rikki had been excited at first. A grin had spread across his face as he looked at his friends with pride.
And then Roch ruined it.
Slowly, as his heart skipped a beat at the reminder of the shittiest time in his recent life, Rikki's grin faded the a broken ghost of a smile. He didn't want to show how much the comment cut, so he turned his face down. Could they really be considered on again off again? It had only been once. Suddenly, he wasn't very hungry.
He glanced up dutifully at the waitress though to spout his and Danny's order. They were kind of predictable. "One with witch fingers and eyeballs, and another pitcher of choke-a-cola."
Pop, Roch? Really?
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:57 pm
The waitress looked attentively at Danny and said, "Uh I'm sharing his. And I can't drink things so I can't really order that, but I mean I guess I could if ..."
The waitress had already left the table. Danny turned back to the group and mumbled, "Well that wasn't nice."
Looking back up at the boils, she said, "But I definitely became a hob before Roch."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:01 pm
"No you didn't," Roch said. He was picking up on Rikki's down and feeling a bit mean--not for the wedgie, but for the whole--
"Aw, hell, man, you know I don't even get to the 'on' part of a relationship before I jack it up, right?" he said bluntly. "And I'm startin' to get paranoid about my just-pals ghoul friends now, thanks to all the s**t I've gone through," he muttered. "C'mon, let's play some games while they're makin' the pizzas," he said, standing and jumping over the back of the booth.
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