7. Hotdog Vans and Electricity Boys

78 3 0
                                    


At exactly 12:15, Tommy pulled off his apron and grabbed his backpack,throwing it over his shoulder and making his way towards Wilbur’s table in the corner. He stood there for a minute, hovering awkwardly next to Wilbur, who was still working on his laptop. Finally impatience won out over awkwardness and Tommy reached forwards, shutting the laptop closed with a click. 



Wilbur blinked, glancing up at Tommy with a frown. “What was that for?”



Tommy shrugged. “You promised me food, bitch.”



Realization dawned in Wilbur’s eyes and he grinned, quickly dropping his laptop into his bag and getting to his feet. Tommy realized for the first time that Wilbur was actually considerably taller than him. He decided he did not like that.



“Where are we gonna go?” Tommy asked suspiciously as he followed Wilbur out of the cafe, the bell jingling behind them. Wilbur just grinned, giving Tommy a wink.



“How do you feel about hotdog vans?”



It took them about five minutes to walk from Niki’s to the hotdog van in question. The moving food shop was parked in a park closer to the hero tower, the lettering on the sides blaring a bright yellow and orange. Tommy was mildly concerned by the giant hotdog on top of the van, mainly because it appeared to be on fire. 



Wilbur walked forwards with a grin, knocking three times on the closed door of the van. There was a rustling and banging from inside, followed by the sound of profuse swearing. Then the door was sliding open, a woman with purple hair and dark red demon horns leaning across the counter, grinning. 



When she caught sight of Wilbur however, her grin fell into a frown. 



“You’ve got to be fucking kiddin’ me,” she groaned, dropping her head on the counter. Wilbur laughed, reaching up to pat the countertop next to her.



“Minx, I thought I was your favorite customer,” Wilbur said innocently, his grin only widening as Minx lifted her head to glare at him.



“No, I fucking hate ya. Whatever, what can I get you so you leave me alone?”



Wilbur smiled sweetly, glancing briefly over a menu taped to the side of the truck before turning to Tommy. “What do you want?”



Tommy just shrugged, unsure of what to do. “I don’t care big man, just order something for me.”



Wilbur nodded, turning back to Minx with a shit eating grin. “Two of the extra dogs. Please.” 



Minx sighed, turning away from the counter and rummaging around in the van. After a few minutes she returned, two steaming hotdogs in her hands. Wilbur took them graciously, passing her some bills before handing one of the hotdogs to Tommy, who took it. 

Let me level with you man, as someone guilty of the gameWhere stories live. Discover now