4 Miles to Paradise

Chapter 24: Pancakes, Pickup Lines, & Pink Eye

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Chapter 24: Pancakes, Pickup Lines, & Pink Eye

"Mmm, this is fucking mind-blowing!"

Tyler moans loudly; eyes fluttering, closed mouth drooling slightly, and dripping onto a napkin. He continues to shove forkfuls of churro-pancake into his fat mouth, stuffing it with as much as could, and even some extra, which falls out back onto the plate.

The food disappears within seconds, while Rose still has half her stack left. Usually she's be in a race to finish before him, but lately she's not in the mood for most things. She has less energy, everything she does is slower, unless she's doing something batshit crazy with Skye.

Maze begins picking some off her plate, even as she smacks him, telling him to order himself more.

"Dork," Rose exclaims, giggling. "You sound like you're having an orgasm."

He moans one more time. "Nah, even better."

"Those pancakes are better than sex?" She's got a goofy smile, a blushes face, and eyebrows raised to the ceiling. "I don't believe you for a second." She's embarrassed. They're having an obnoxiously loud conversation about sex; something that does happen often, and usually doesn't make Rose flush, but today, it does. People give them quick glares, some have children with them, others are just upset by the vulgarity of it.

Maze shovels more of Rose's pancakes into his mouth, and she gives up on slapping him. He just won't stop, thwarting her from being able to eat her own goddamn food. With pancake flying out of his mouth disagreeably, his words ejaculate – flying out impetuously, much too loudly for Rose's liking, "Well, it's not like you'd know. You've never actually had sex."

"Yeah, but you seem to really enjoy it. You know, considering the amount of times you do it, a day," Rose replies razzing to him, as she dips her finger in whip cream and taps it on his nose, "although you only do it with your hand, so I'd hardly count that."

Maze gives her the finger, causing her to giggle. He shakes his head, telling her it isn't funny, and starts counting on his fingers repeatedly the number of girls he's "banged," to which Rose purely laughs so hard she's snorting.

"Piggy," he tells her, sticking his tongue out.

"About the middle finger—"

"Here we go again," Maze mutters. She's told everyone this story about a million times. She thinks it's hilarious. It was...the FIRST time.

"Did you know that in like medieval times when the British and French were constantly fighting, the French would cut off the middle fingers of the British archers, so they couldn't use their bows. So the British archer replacements began sticking up their middle fingers to mock the French that they still had their fingers, and of course, launch an arrow at them. Now it's just a fuck you." Rose smiles, as she tells the story, but Maze snores, pretending to be put to sleep.

She swat at him as though he were a pesky fly.

"Why can't you ever listen to me talk?" She says in a feign whine.

"When you stop being a kvetch, I will," he speaks superciliously, with his nose pointed up, and a roll of his eyes.

"You only know that word because Jerrimy called you it last week!"