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 Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:55 pm
Alright, so, generic fast food place. Burgers mostly, no tacos.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:01 pm
[Ryan Michaels] Ryan walked in to the burger joint. He was starving, having missed breakfast. His problem wsa, he had never eaten at this chain, so he didn't know what to get. He stood there, arms crossed, looking at the menu.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:13 pm
Alan was in a much better mood than usual. It was his vacation day, and he had been able to sleep in. He spent the entire morning lounging around, watching television in less than flattering clothing, and just generally relaxing from the busy schedule of the work days. And now, he got to do something he hadn't done in years--go to the local burger joint for take out.
He entered the restaurant, wearing old jeans and a College of William and Mary hoodie...and, of course, his large sunglasses and New York Yankees cap. He scanned the open business...there were only a few people around the store, and only one young man in line. Casually, he stepped behind the young man in line.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:19 pm
Nicky pushes open the doors to the burger joint. A quick pitstop on his way back from a...business trip. Yeah, let's call it that. With a slight grin on his face from the success of said trip, the sharp dressed man walks in and looks over the menu.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:25 pm
[Ryan Michaels]
Ryan was still trying to figure out what to get when some other guys walked in. He didn't want them to have to wait for him.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir." He replied to the first guy that had walked in. HE was wearing a baseball hat and what looked like religous clothing in a college style. The sunglasses he had on were almost as big as Aviator glasses. Your style is at least 30 years too old. Ryan would never say that out loud of course.
"I'm not ready to order, you go ahead" He had a genuine tone to his voice when he said it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:32 pm
"Oh, thank you, son," Alan said warmly. He walked past the young man to the register, where a bored teenaged girl stood passively behind the grimy counter. "Hello there!" He pleasantly said before looking at the menu board above her, near the ceiling. "I would like...um..."
Alan stood there for a few seconds, not quite sure what to get.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:45 pm
Nicky quirks a brow as some guy cuts ahead of the line and then just pauses in front of the cash register like a moron. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he pushes ahead to the other register. The breifcase he's holding may bump into Alan's leg on his way over. If it does, Nicky won't bother to say sorry.
"Yeah...gimmie a number three, no tomatoes or mayo, biggies sized," he says in an impatient manner.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:00 pm
The suitcase bumped into Alan's leg as the hasty man went to the next register. His mood started to change almost instaneously, the previous pleasnantness being tainted by the dark tinge of dislike. His head slightly turned, expecting an apology. After a few seconds, however, it was apparent that none was coming.
"Oh, pardon me, sir," Alan said with an undertone of sarcasm before looking back up at the menu. "I guess I'll have the chicken tender salad. Diet Coke, please."
As he took out his wallet, he glanced over at the man who had bumped into him with an annoyed expression on his face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:23 pm
[Ryan Michaels]
As soon as he heard the sarcastic remark, he instantly recognized the man. He was that guy from the convienience stort that had gotten in a fight with what's-his-name. Well, he hadn't blown up yet, so Ryan figured it would be fine to act as though he didn't notice.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:23 pm
Nicky tosses a twenty dollar bill from a money clip to the greasy young man behind the cash register and drums his fingers on the counter as he waits for change and food. A calculating glance around the store shows the still undecided Ryan and a perturbed older man.
"Got a problem?" he says with cold eyes. His foul mood lightening somewhat with the proposition of a possible fight. Verbal or physical, it didn't matter. The business he'd taken care of in town went way too easily and Nicky needed to let off some steam.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:28 pm
"Not with you, young man. But you had better watch that attitude...it's going to get you into trouble someday." Alan stepped out of the way so that the young man behind him (who looked familiar from somewhere...he couldn't put his finger on it) could order and awaited his salad. He was getting angry by the second.
He looked down at his watch. I thought it was called fast food, he thought.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:33 pm
Nicky just grins that shark's grin at Alan and leans against the railing that partitions one part of the line from another. "That a fact...oldtimer?" he says, mocking the older man's use of the word "young man." Nicky just chuckles to himself as he grabs his change from where the burger jocky had placed it on the counter. "Gotta love that s**t..." he mutters out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:39 pm
That guy is pushing my buttons like a typewriter, Alan thought, anger rising and making his mind less coherent. "Yes it will, young'in. Your mother must not have taught you manners." He turned away, determined not to get in a fight again.
Alan tapped his foot. What was taking that goddamn salad so long?
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:51 pm
[Ryan Michaels]
Trying not to get involved, Ryan stepped forward and ordered his food, looking straight ahead at all times. "I'll have a double cheeseburger, no lettuce, and a cherry coke please." As Ryan paid the employee, he did his best to look as inconspicuous as possible, though as he was sandwhiched between to arguing men, it was a little obvious.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:56 pm
Nicky watches with a smirk as Alan turns away. He glances over at Ryan with a nods of his head toward Alan, "Can you believe this guy? Bringin' my mother of all things into the picture." He continues to grin for a second, pondering what would be the best way to cause more strife. Because that's what he needed right now. Good 'ol strife. After a moment's consideration, he decides to go with the schoolyard approach.
"Nah, my momma never tried. Though a'course yours's been tryin' to for the past two nights. 'ol broads need love too, yaknow. But they gotta pay."
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