The Bad Boy

Chapter 68

Harry's P.O.V.

Steph and Ally give me directions to the restaurant, just from their memory. We pull up in front of this huge building with a green sign on the front reading "Lamberts, Home of the Throwed Roll" We park and Ally and Steph practically run up to the front door. Inside, it''s got wooden walls and floors and the place is huge. There are road signs, news paper articles, pictures, magazine clippings, license plates and everything else under the sun pasted all over the walls.

"Hi! table for four!" Ally chirps to the guy at the check in counter.

"Right this way!" He says, pulling out four menu's the length of my arm. I can already tell this is some sort of novelty restaurant that people eat here for the experience and not the food.

He leads us to a booth with extremely straight and tall wood backs. Ally and Steph sit next to each other, leaving me to sit with Dipshit.

We place our drink order before Steph stands up "ROLL PLEASE!" She yells as Ally stands up next to her.

"COMIN AT YOU HOT!" A voice replies and I watch as a roll the size of my fist sails into each of their hands.

"Holy crap!" Dipshit says as Ally splits the four leaf clover type roll with him. Steph hands me half of hers, after laying a sheet of paper towel in front of me.

"Here are your drinks!" The waiter says, placing four extremely large old fashioned trucker mugs in front of us.

Steph starts to butter her roll and I do the same before taking a bite. Maybe I was wrong about this place!

"Have you tried our famous mustard?" A lady asks, coming up to me, holding a yellow mustard bottle.

"Um, no?" I say.

"Here, have some." She says an squeezes the bottle hard at my face.

A stream shoots out at me and I'm about to stand and cuss her out when I see a string hanging from the bottle.

Ally, Niall and Steph are bent over in laughter.

"Very funny." I say.

"I'll have someone send you over some fried okra." She says, smiling at me through her red painted lips.

A few minutes later another lady comes over, holding a big metal bowl.

"Fried okra?" She asks.

"Yeah, whatever." I say.

She pulls open the plastic covering and reaches in a pair of tongs. She whips her hand back out and throws something at me. My heart almost pounds out of my chest and I suck in a sharp breath. Turns out it's just a stuffed weasel.

"For f****** real?" I ask, throwing it back into the bowl.

"I'm sorry. You look like you need a refill, let me get that." She says.

She leaves and returns a few minutes later, a pitcher of coke tilted at an odd angle in her hand.

"Here you go!" She says. "OOPS!" She lunges forward, splashing coke up the front of me. Or so I thought. It's actually a plastic mold inside the pitcher.

"I'm going to the bathroom. This place is re f****** tarded." I growl, huffing out of the booth.

Steph's P.O.V.

        Harry can be such a party pooper. I know he got pranked three times, but it's not like anyone actually hurt him. Maybe his attitude will be different by the time he returns. I highly doubt it.