Patrick is a happy drunk and when I say happy drunk, not even the world ending could magic a pout on his face.
We're currently in Jack Rabbit Slim's Diner for a night out. Besides, we've been really planning and wanting to go to this diner, because this was such an iconic place featured in one of our beloved favorite movies, Pulp Fiction. This is the diner where Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega went out on a dinner date and danced with each other in a twist dance contest held in this diner.
We couldn't stop swooning over the servers and the rest of the diner staff impersonating the classic Hollywood icons like James Dean, Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hephburn, and Marilyn Monroe. They move accordingly based on the character they're impersonating and they're really good at it.
We were led to our booth which is inside a car with two cream colored couches facing across each other and also a cream colored table between the couches large enough for the five of us.
"Classic." Joe remarked in amazement as he patted the couch.
We all slid into our spots and sat down. I wanted Pete, Joe, or Andy to sit beside me, but of course they left me with Patrick.
I didn't mind that much. I can stand not talking to Patrick for the rest of the night.
I'm grateful for the spacious couch, because we don't have to be awkwardly sat a bit uncomfortably close with each other. At least, I have my own personal safe space around. Patrick can go die in silence.
"Yo, this place is dope." Pete said, grinning happily as he looked around, getting lost in the place filled with nostalgia.
I chuckled.
Joe took out his phone to take pictures of the place. Andy did the same.
The waiter arrived as Mia Wallace, smiling slyly at us. I silently gasped and felt my blood rushing to my face. I slapped Patrick's arm in excitement.
"Oh my god it's Mia Wallace!" I exclaimed in so much giddiness as I set my eyes dead on the impersonator. The Mia Wallace impersonator smiled and nodded at me politely.
"Whoa." Pete mused, chuckling.
"May I take your orders?" She spoke up, readying her pen and her order sheet.
"Oh oh oh! Big moment, biiiig moment." Pete gushed, which I laughed appreciatively at.
We all looked at our own menus. We ordered their steak, which Pete and Joe had bloody, while me, Andy, and Patrick had it burnt. Then we also ordered burgers and five-dollar milkshakes for the five of us. Just like in the movie.
We spent quite a while nerding out with each other until the waitress started to get bored with us. We had a few additional orders like cherry pie, devil's cake, and butter beer.
Before the waitress walked away, we politely requested to have a couple pictures with her, to which she obliged to. It took another couple of minutes for us to get our individual and group shots, but it was really fun.
We sat back on our places and scrolled through our phones, gushing over the pictures that we took.
"Hmm I'm a bit shorter than Mia." Patrick muttered then pouted as his brows furrowed on his phone.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
Andy chuckled. "None of us here can relate to you, PatPat."
The rest of us shared closed mouthed giggles, our eyes still on our phones, editing a few of the many pictures we've taken to post on our socials.
Joe reached over to ruffle Patrick's dirty blonde hair. "I just blessed you with my extra height. Hope it works."
"That's cute, Joe. Really cute." Patrick half-heartedly said, quickly glancing his eyes up at Joe, raising a brow at him.
A message notification appeared in my screen.
From: Peterr 🌹💀👊
Hey, you've been silent. U okay?
I pouted and quickly tapped a response
It's awkward sitting with Patrick. I wanna join ur side 😖
I glanced up at Pete and saw him subtly smile at my response. He tapped his thumbs on the screen of his phone, probably typing his response to my text. I put my phone on the table and leaned back on the couch, silently singing along to David Bowie's Heroes that was playing through the speakers in the diner.
"Y/N, do you wanna go shopping for shoes tomorrow?" Joe asked.
"But we'r—"
"We're taking a break for two days, starting tomorrow." Pete countered, smiling mischievously at me then he glanced at Patrick who seems to be busy with whatever he's doing in his phone.
I felt my mind and my soul let out a huge sigh of relief as soon as I heard the two-day break.
"Why not? It'd be fun buying the same pairs of shoes like bff's." I responded excitedly.
Joe chuckled. "Yeah, but it's just gonna be the two of us."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, me and Pete are hitting the gym tomorrow." Andy said.
Patrick was still silent and he's not anymore in his phone. He's just sitting back, his arms folded, just listening intently.
"I mean, I don't see anything wrong with that. Yeah, I'd love to hangout with you tomorrow, my man." I said, grinning at Joe.
Joe nodded, his afro hair swaying back and forth, which reminded me of cotton candy. I wanna eat his hair. "Awesome!"
For some reason I felt like I had to take a step forward and talk to Patrick. He's been just as awkward amd silent as I am. I know he dislikes me most of the time, but maybe we're still best friends...? I still care about him, anyway.
"How about you, Patrick? How are you gonna spend your free day tomorrow?" I asked in a light tone, waiting for him to turn his head at my direction and look at me in the eye.
He did not bother moving, of course.
"Not sure yet. I'm probably just going to binge watch old movies and sleep." He plainly responded, shrugging.
I was so tempted to roll my eyes. "You don't feel like going out?"
"I dunno." He muttered.
I suddenly slapped my hand on the table. "Speak, bitch!" I yelled at him in frustration.
Patrick flinched at my sudden outburst and I think so did everyone in the table. I'm grateful for the loud music.
He unfolded his arms and slapped the table the same way I did. "What else do you want from me?" He yelled back.
"Hey." Pete scolded Patrick.
"Again?" I heard Andy muttered.
I inhaled sharply as I rolled my eyes at the back of my head, quickly glancing at Pete.
"Why do you keep shutting me out?" I asked him painfully and frustratingly, toning my voice down a bit to avoid a scandal.
Patrick wiped his hand frustratingly on his face as he sharply inhaled. "Can we not do this now?" He spoke through his gritted teeth.
"Here are your orders!" The waitress, Mia Wallace impersonator announced as she arrived at our table with another assistant to serve our food.
It stalled our building argument and suddenly I didn't feel like eating at all. The burgers looked heavenly and so does the steak and the rest of the food that we ordered, but now I just wanted the beer, which hasn't come yet.
"Um you guys eatin'?" Pete asked me and Patrick, glancing at us in concern.
"I'll try." I mumbled and took the fork to stab the steak and sliced through a piece with a knife.
Patrick furiously stabbed his steak with the fork and the knife. He's probably imagining doing that to me.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Whatever pleases the demons in his head.
