"Oh, grunt!" Paul called, mouth full of greasy cheese pizza. He shook his empty soda can, which rattled with the ice. "I need more bev-er-age!"
David sat on the bench seat, staring intently at the back of the head of the balding guy in the next booth. Paul leaned over and rattled his cup full of ice in David's face.
"I said, I need more soda."
"Get it yourself, jackass." David snarled under his breath, not moving.
"As President for the day, we made a formal vote and you-" Before Paul could finish, the cup was snatched from his hand. David headed off to the pour-your-own dispenser. Returning, he slammed the now-full cup down in front of Paul, causing it to slosh on the straws-and-napkin teepee Marko was building for his amusement.
"Hey!" Marko cried, his teepee skin soaking up cola and turning brown.
"This ain't arts and crafts class," David muttered as he threw himself back in the booth. Marko's lower lip quivered.
"As El President, I declare that Marko may have arts and craft time anywhere he chooses." Paul countered, pulling another piece of pizza onto his plate. Marko grimaced at Paul.
"Seconded!"
"Aye." Dwayne added absently, his attention elsewhere - on a hot young girl who was playing Milipede in the arcade room.
David sulked harder.
"Where to after this, El President?" Marko asked, rebuilding his teepee project from a new napkin and three straws.
Paul thought silently, chewing. "I dunno. I'm kinda hungry for ice cream. But I've got a hankering for cotton candy. And there's always caramel corn..."
"Some 'president' thinking with your stomach.......OW!" David grabbed at his shin, the one Dwayne had just kicked under the table.
Marko shot Paul a sly grin. "Why don't we go hangout on the Boardwalk while the grunt goes and fetches all of that for us?"
"Awesome, bro!" Paul's eyes lit up. "Yes! I say, grunt, go fetch us three bowls of ice cream, with chocolate sauce and sprinkles and crumbled cookies. And several boxes of caramel corn, but only from that vendor on the other end of the Boardwalk. She makes the best stuff. And then a couple bags of cotton candy. But not pink! We're not girls."
David rose, resigned. "And just exactly where is the cash for all this, El President?" He smirked. Usually David was the one who held the cash if it was needed, but since he wasn't in charge at the moment.....
"Here," Dwayne slid three twenties over the table towards David. "I took the liberty of making a withdrawl." Paul and Marko grinned, chowing down on the remains of their pizza pie.
David snatched up the cash and walked off, grumbling angrily.
"We'll be down at the stairs to the beach! Oh, and don't take too much time!" Paul called after him.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)
FanfictionI have to make a new book just because my other one ran out of room. The first book is 200 parts. Let's see if we can get this one popular too. Requests are open! I will do smut now.
