HT100 Challenge #22: Food Fight -- Dinner Conversation
Title: Dinner Conversation
Prompt: 22 - Food Fight
Word Count: 100
Dinner Conversation
By Severina
“Charbroiled steak, medium rare, with just a little blood staining the plate,” Beecher muses.
Keller grins, shark-like under fluorescent lights.
“Fresh Maine lobster dripping in butter,” Hoyt puts in. He shrugs when the others gape at him. “What? I can’t have refined tastes?”
“Will you all shut the fuck up?” Ryan grouses. “We’re going to be eating chicken nuggets and fish sticks ‘til we fucking die.”
“Yeah.”
Beecher peels his orange.
“A Big Mac!” Cyril crows.
“My mother’s famous pineapple upside-down cake,” Rebadow says.
“Fuck it,” Ryan mutters. “Flapjacks with strawberries and cream.”
Beecher nods. “Nice.”
“Yeah. Fucking chicken nuggets.”
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Prompt: 22 - Food Fight
Word Count: 100
Dinner Conversation
By Severina
“Charbroiled steak, medium rare, with just a little blood staining the plate,” Beecher muses.
Keller grins, shark-like under fluorescent lights.
“Fresh Maine lobster dripping in butter,” Hoyt puts in. He shrugs when the others gape at him. “What? I can’t have refined tastes?”
“Will you all shut the fuck up?” Ryan grouses. “We’re going to be eating chicken nuggets and fish sticks ‘til we fucking die.”
“Yeah.”
Beecher peels his orange.
“A Big Mac!” Cyril crows.
“My mother’s famous pineapple upside-down cake,” Rebadow says.
“Fuck it,” Ryan mutters. “Flapjacks with strawberries and cream.”
Beecher nods. “Nice.”
“Yeah. Fucking chicken nuggets.”
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