Post by WESTON ALEXANDER DEVEREUX on Jul 27, 2011 10:29:43 GMT -8
Wes was having one of those days, the ones where nothing seems to be going his way. First his motorcycle had gotten a flat tire, which pretty much meant he was screwed because he wasn’t sure he could afford to get a new one. So he was forced to wait a solid hour on the side of the road while he waited for the mechanic to get there, and another half hour while they repaired it. On his way to the mechanic’s shop he got a call from his parents telling him that they were coming to visit for the weekend which meant he had to clean up the pigsty he called an apartment, and to top it all off he was still hungover from the night before, but at least he looked somewhat good. Wes wasn’t the type of person who would normally get drunk at a party…okay maybe he was but normally he had at least maintain some type of control.
'What the hell am I doing out of bed again?’ he thought to himself, in all actuality he couldn’t remember what he was supposed to be doing, and was seriously contemplating going back to bed, but something told him that he had something to do.
Grumble, Gurgle, Grumble
Uh oh, he was hungry. Wes thought back to the last time he ate and realized the last time he ate something was yesterday. He didn’t normally go this long without eating, and he didn’t know why he did today. He drove for a little bit riding pass his favorite place to eat. Bessie’s Pancake Hours. They had the best food in town no question. Not to mention their pancakes were to die for, everyone knew that. It was sadly one of his weaknesses in life, well that chocolate…and girls…and pixie sticks.
Parking his car across his the street , he ran a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out, attempting to make it a least look good. Holding his head, from the headache he was nursing, he walked in to the mini diner and sat himself in a booth near the back of the joint. “Can I get a six stack of pancakes and a side of bacon, and a chocolate milkshake please,” he told the waitress when she appeared at his table. He watched the waitress turn and go get her order and took a quick look around the place. At first glance he didn’t really see anyone he knew or anyone that looked his age, and still didn’t see anyone on his second look he still didn’t see anyone. When she brought his food he flashed her a small smile before taking a bite of his pancakes quietly, satisfied that he was not going to starve to death… at least not that day.
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