The Types Of Drunks

Friends

Easily finding his way to his favorite fast food destination, Shain parked his car, as he, Dante, and Ricardo piled out, stretching their limbs out as pops were heard from their bones. Chuckling to himself humorlessly, the Asian pushed his glasses up, beckoning for his friends to follow after him.

Entering the building, the trio gave a wave, or in Ricardo's case a very cheerful chirp of 'HOLA!' to the cashier for the gas station part of the restaurant. Walking into the order section, there was already another person ordering, so three stood back and waited awkwardly for their turn to order. Nearly drooling, Shain preoccupied himself from starting at the food by messing with Dante.

"Stop that."

Poke.

"No."

Poke.

"Seriously."

Poke.

"Shain."

Poke poke.

"Why."

Poke poke poke.

"Why do you always do this to me?!"

Rapid poking.

Letting out a frustrated cry, Dante attacked his taller friend, harshly jabbing the older male back to show his annoyance. Shain immediately squeled, turning away as he started giggling and squirming.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE IT NOW, HUH PUNK?!"

"Uhhh... guys, it's our turn, lol."

Laughing at his friends, Ricardo flashed a beaming smile at the cute cashier, who simply rasied an eyebrow at him in return; but with a small smile nonetheless. Both Dante and his dark haired accomplish quickly straighten out, the Hispanic boy blushing red as the Asian laughed sheepishly with a pink tint on his fair skin.

"Hey Chica~ This is a kinda big order, so keep up please~"

The Puerto Rican stated, as he started their order.

"5 McChickens, 4 Big Macs, 7 Quarter Pounders, 3 boxes of 20 nuggets-"

"Okay, got it-"

"2 Snack Wraps, 8 large fries, 4 medium fries and 1 small, and-"

Ricardo quickly paused to check the list of orders once more, before finally finishing the huge order.

"-An Oreo Mcflurry, 2 Chocolate Milkshakes, 1 Vanilla, and finally an Sundae with both caramel and fudge on top, please~"

Smiling pleasantly, the disgruntled cashier gave him a glare before repeating the order.

"That'll be $54.67."

Sidestepping as Shain went to pay, Ricardo noticed someone out of the corner of his eyes, his curious brown eyes following after the figure. He spotted a short girl around his age, with brown hair combed nicely to frame her face. Brown eyes started down at a chip rack, she seemed to be thinking deeply about what she was going to buy. But what he really noticed was her outfit.

American converses, jean shorts, purple flannel over a shirt,
But not just any shirt.
A superhero shirt.
With his favroite hero. Ever.

Making a beeline towards her, Ricardo grinned as Dante sighed and rolled his eyes, seeing his sorta-kinda-not-really-but-kinda-really cousin go off to flirt with another girl. He followed after the hyperactive Latino boy, before he as well noticed her friend.

She looked so similar to him he almost shivered. But the open jacket she was wearing, gave glimpses to the SPN shirt she wore. 'Does she ship it too?'