RP with texas33forever & supermarketsam | Almost home
They had about seven hours to go before they arrived in Dillon. Jason had wanted to keep going so the trip could end but Tim threatened to pull over and get drunk if they didn't stop for something to eat. That was the reason they were in yet another diner eating yet more sub-standard food. Or, at least, Jason was pretending to eat. Since the burger at the last diner had giving him a stomach ache, he was reluctant to put anything else in his mouth. Fork curled expertly, yet strangely, around his thumb and pinkie finger, he had arranged his fries in a pretty wreath shape around the edge of his plate and burger in the middle had been picked apart and resembled a train smash in centre of the fries ring.
He leaned forward and took a sip of this drink, biting the end of the straw as was a habit he'd always had. He looked pointedly at his watch and then up to Tim who was trying to cop a perve of one of the waitress' ass across the diner. Jason caught Sam's eyes with a roll of his own, a diatribe of 'Are we there yet' barely being held back from the end of his tongue.
He leaned forward and took a sip of this drink, biting the end of the straw as was a habit he'd always had. He looked pointedly at his watch and then up to Tim who was trying to cop a perve of one of the waitress' ass across the diner. Jason caught Sam's eyes with a roll of his own, a diatribe of 'Are we there yet' barely being held back from the end of his tongue.