Drink with them

The first round helps, but it's during the second that things start to feel more casual.

"I'm just sayin'," Charlie scratches her temple, "We should get a McDonalds."

Sam groans. "So the whole town can get fat?"

"We'll be fine!" Charlie swats at the air, "The fact we have to drive twenty minutes for it is ridiculous!"

"It's that far?" Ethan sips his drink.

"Smithville," Ashley shrugs, "So more like twenty-five."

"Twenty," Charlie rolls her eyes, "if you're not driving like an old bitch."

Sam cracks a smile. "And where would this theoretical McDonald's go?"

"Dude, we have so much fucking space," Charlie gives Sam a look, "You could build it next to Ethan's house, drive through and all, and you'd still be like twenty feet from his neighbor's yard."

"I don't know if Layla would like having a McDonald's on her property line..." Ethan reflects, thinking on the other hand he would.

If Ethan was stone sober, he might have noticed the mood change.

Sam looks away. Ashley's lips purse.

"Bah!" Charlie shakes her head, "She'd ba-da-ba-ba-baaa be lovin' it!" Laughing at her own joke, she looks around the table, noticing only Ethan seems to be smiling along. Processing that, she seems to stifle her laugh slightly.

Ashley smacks her lips. "You know I wouldn't mind a Wendy's instead."

"Hm," Charlie considers that, "Haven't had Wendy's in years..."

"I used to eat it every day," Ethan sighs, "There was one right next to my first job."

"How are you not, like, 300 pounds?" Sam gives Ethan a look over.

Ethan shrugs. "That was years ago. I don't eat like that anymore."

"Or," Ashley sips her drink, "Maybe you just found new ways to burn the calories."

{if Charlie Sex=true}Charlie blushes, turning her head away. {endif}Ethan clears his throat, taken aback slightly.{if Ashley sex=true}Ashley gives him a knowing look. {endif} "Maybe..."

Sam sighs, then takes a big gulp from her cup. "I should go."

"Boooo!" Charlie shakes her head, "Stay!"

"I work tomorrow."

Charlie snorts. "So do I, but you don't see me bitching out."

"Come on Sam," Ashley wiggles her brow, "You can stay another round. It's not that late."

Ethan senses it's his turn to speak.