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Post by Lupus on Dec 11, 2016 11:32:32 GMT -8
"Fuck you, Red" Gwen says as she straightens herself up and returns to the Desk
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 11, 2016 16:02:35 GMT -8
"Don't you wish," Al replies. He grabs the keys, "I'm driving."
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Post by Lupus on Dec 11, 2016 18:44:47 GMT -8
Rasul snatches his keys "Then we're Taking your car""
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 11, 2016 20:28:47 GMT -8
"So long as your high ass isn't driving, so be it," Al grabs the ejys out of his pocket, "Get in."
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Post by Lupus on Dec 11, 2016 20:54:15 GMT -8
Rasul waits because he wants tobknow what Als car is
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 12, 2016 17:33:49 GMT -8
Al clicks the beeper on his keyring, and the lights of a DMC-12 pop on, "Hop in folks."
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Post by Lupus on Dec 12, 2016 22:05:18 GMT -8
" remember. the speed limit is not 88, Dr. Brown" Rasul says as he gets in the Back. Morgan sits in the passenger seat, caressing the gear shift, oh yeah, and there's also a rod that controls the mode of the car too
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 13, 2016 0:15:27 GMT -8
"I know how this thing works you dip," Al jokes, backing out of his parking space.
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Post by Lupus on Dec 13, 2016 1:38:55 GMT -8
" This is heavy, man"
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 13, 2016 14:31:03 GMT -8
"Morgan, can I punch him?"
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Post by Lupus on Dec 13, 2016 15:30:35 GMT -8
"You wanted to drive. So keep your eyes on the road and off me. I see you oogle when im not paying attention. Even if im a butter personality"
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 13, 2016 16:45:02 GMT -8
"I wasn't - " he sighs. Self-centered bitch. He drives silently.
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Post by Lupus on Dec 13, 2016 23:00:45 GMT -8
Morgan sits quietly humming to herself. she had a plan for tonight that was about 67% fool-proof
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 13, 2016 23:59:35 GMT -8
Al pulls the car into a parking spot at their destination, "Here we are," he announces, "Everyone out."
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Post by Lupus on Dec 14, 2016 0:14:26 GMT -8
Morgan and Rasul funnel out of the car, and enter Red's Diner. it has that Malt-shop charm, like 1955. just don't go flirting with the girls, one of them might be your mom and you messed up big time, so now you have to make sure your dad and mom kiss at the Ball, so you play Johnny B Goode and take the claim of Rock and roll from the Black Man
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 14, 2016 0:38:03 GMT -8
(("Still, I don't think we need to supplement our story with references" -Storm, 4 hours ago))
Al locks the car and walks inside. He doesn't care for the place. The food's subpar and the atmosphere doesn't really fit him very well. But who is he to complain. He orders himself a breakfast burrito then finds their regular booth.
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Post by Lupus on Dec 14, 2016 10:31:07 GMT -8
((this is till riding the DeLorean reference you have))
Rasul gets a big plate of Hashbrown Casserole with 6 eggs over easy and 9 strips of Bacon, Morgan gets a Muffin. Rasul knows she'll pick off their plates so he's being prepared
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 14, 2016 15:23:52 GMT -8
((A Delorean isn't a reference; it's a car))
When the food gets to their table, Al snags his plate quickly. He's hungry this morning.
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Post by Lupus on Dec 14, 2016 15:32:16 GMT -8
Morgan delicately cuts into her muffin and nibbles cutely. Rasul eats politely as a dearf can. With poise and grace "So Al. Your Birthday is coming up if i recall correctly. What would you want?
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Post by DekuNut on Dec 17, 2016 16:05:32 GMT -8
Al shrugs, "Demons never made a big deal about birthdays. It's not really something I've really thought about... just do whatever I guess?" he picked at his burrito.
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