things that can only end well: THIS

[onlyasign]

Who: Sufferer and Bro
Where: The Plaza and then the world!
When: after the greatest rap off in history
Style: legend--wait for it!--DARY!
Status: closed

Sufferer is a nerd and arrives at 5:55 pm. What, he doesn't want to miss his meeting with Bro! He settles on a bench in the Plaza and looks around, waiting eagerly.

Comments

I used to have a gif one that bounced!

[onlyasign]

The walk helps Sufferer sober up a little, and by the time they arrive, he's not quite as close to tossing his cookies as he had been. "Here it is!" Leaving Bro behind him, he staggers inside and promptly orders thirty sliders.

Looks like the evening may have accidentally turned into an eating contest.

[stridercentric]

Bro takes his time with striding after the Sufferer, still not seeing much of a need to hurry. That is, until he realizes the dude just ordered thirty hamburgers. Fuck. Sure, those things are tiny, but he's not sure if his stomach can handle fifteen or more of them.

"Seriously dude? You plannin' on eating all that?"

[onlyasign]

"No! Don't be ridiculous!" Sufferer takes the bulging bag of burgers from the bemused worker and thrusts it at Bro. "Half of them are for you." He wanders over towards the soda machine. "What color do you want?"

[stridercentric]

He was dreading that he'd be condemned to half the burgers. By now, he is starting to suspect his stomach won't be able to deal. As he takes the bag, he tries very hard not to pay attention to the scent of greasy burgery goodness. At least the idea of soda sounds okay. Soda has a tendency to settle his stomach down as opposed to upsetting it further.

"Orange. Make it orange."

[onlyasign]

He knew it. Sufferer knew Bro would go for orange!

... not that he's much better. He'll be drinking the red one, after all.

Really, the burgers are a bad idea all around, especially fifteen of them. Were he thinking straight, Sufferer would know that he's going to make himself sick after two or three sliders, let alone half of them. This is really not one of his better plans. But with drunken logic, he carries on, getting two sodas and then trotting back to Bro. "Want to eat in here or outside?"

[stridercentric]

"Outside." He's eager to get back out into that cool, refreshing evening air. That, and if he ends up tossing his dinner, it won't be inside an establishment that reeks of grease. Nasty smells are the master of aggravating such a situation. ...Oh, and the poor saps working here won't have to mop it up, he supposes.

[onlyasign]

Sufferer is pretty used to smelly things, having lived outside and on the rough for most of his life, and doesn't mind the greasy aroma. But he'd rather go outside anyway, and carries their sodas out the door to find a bench. He settles down on it and pats the other half in clear invitation to come sit with him. After all, he has Bro's soda. If he wants this sugary orange goodness, he needs to come have a seat!

[stridercentric]

Alas, Sufferer, your logic is flawed. The mark of any trained coolkid is to remain standing when there's a perfectly good bench next to them. Preferably in a casual pose. Instead of parking his ass in the spot the Sufferer's indicating, he drops the bag of burgers there. Then he holds out a hand for his soda.

[onlyasign]

All right, fine, be that way. Sufferer hands Bro his soda before drawing a long swig from his own, then delving in the burger bag. Awww yeah. He wolves down two sliders before offering Bro one.