Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 6

From the 12th floor of the building, George could see a significant amount of the city. All of the cars looked small and the people looked smaller. He wished he could've been there at night to see all of the cars go by. Unfortunately, they all decided to take an early dinner so that George could go find Dream at the bar.

George was having a peaceful moment until Nick pushed his face against the glass. "GUYS! WE'RE GONNA FALL!"

Darryl pulls him away from the glass and forces him into a seat. "Stay here while I get you some food, ok?"

Nick pouts. "Fine. I won't get up." He then begins violently shifting in his seat. "But ya can't stop me from wiggling!" Darryl groans as he walks away from the table to grab food.

As Vincent walks by, he puts his hands on Nick to stop him from moving around. "Bro, calm down."

"Sorry, Frenchie. No can do!"

Vincent shoves him forward into the table. "What did I tell you about calling me 'Frenchie'?"

"Sowy Vinny," Nick says sadly.

Vincent takes his hand off of Nick and turns to Skeppy. "once we finish dinner, Darryl, George, and I are heading out. There's no way we can take Nick."

Skeppy's jaw drops. "No fair! How am I supposed to get work done when he's like this? I have a van to fix, remember?!"

"We can't really work with him either, Zak!" Vincent yells.

Nick stands up and rubs his forefinger down Vincent's face. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You're tooooooo loooouuuud."

"I will bite you if you don't stop touching me right now," Vincent snarls. Nick removes his finger and sits back down, avoiding eye contact with Vincent. "Zak, we seriously can't take him into the van."

"Just put his seatbelt on!" Zak suggests. "He doesn't understand how to use one yet. It'll keep him busy for at least an hour. If you want the van fixed, you need to take him with you."

Vincent lets out a long sigh. "Fine. Whatever. We will take him."

Darryl walks up with a giant waiter's tray with five plates on it. Zak grabs a plate and bolts for the door, yelling, "No take backs!" on his way out.

George takes a plate from the tray and admires the beauty of it. It was a beautifully prepared meal that reminded him of something one of those gourmet cooks would make. It was shrimp and mussels sitting in a bed of Spanish rice and veggies. The yellow rice perfectly highlighted the colors of the shrimp as well as the peas and carrots. Just by smelling it, he could tell there was an array of seasonings sprinkled on top of it. George wasn't much of a cook himself, managing to nearly burn his apartment down just by making a grilled cheese once. The dish intimidated him. He couldn't quite figure out where to start.

Darryl notices George staring at his dish like it was ready to bite him. "Are you ok, George?"

George's eyes snap up to Darryl across the table from him. "Uh, yeah. I've just never eaten anything this fancy before." He laughs nervously. "Sorry, that probably sounded so stupid."

Darryl laughs, but not at George. With him. "I didn't know what to do with myself the first time we got a meal like this, don't worry. Just dig in! We need to head to the car in 20 minutes, so if I were you, I'd get to eating."

George follows Darryl's advice and decides to start with a bite of the rice and veggies. The flavors exploded in his mouth, sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He had never tasted anything like it. Bite after bite, he found himself enjoying it more and more until finally, his plate was empty. Had he not been around near-strangers, he would've licked his plate clean. "What was that?!"