Notes for later

They are brought to a small table in the corner by a rather thick hostess who has both cheeks peaking out from the bottom of her shorts. Rachel is smiling as the hostess leaves. "I'm just doing this to get you riled up." she says grabbing Pat's hand. "I see. Well ever think of working here?" Pat says back with smirk. Rachel laughs. "Actually I applied and they said no. Too small and fit apparently. But I really applied for the fries. They added poutine again." "Oh? Well then we are getting some." Pat says. {Wish I grabbed the ray gun.} Pat thought but Rachel quickly grabs his attention. "It's kinda crappy though. I'm only so fit because I spent so long trying to bulk up a bit." Somewhat dog like, Pat tilts his head a bit "Why?" She looks at him and gestures. "Look at me, I'm tiny. Okay not super tiny but crowd's get intimidating and stuff like that. Just wanted to at least add some muscle to feel better about that." Pat nods in understanding as Rachel continues "To be honest, if I could poof change my body, I'd want to be an Amazon..." She is cut off by the perky waitress showing up at the table. They order a burger each, a poutine to share with some sodas. "Get that right away." the waitress says with a bounce. "What were you saying?" Pat asks. "Oh. Nothing. Just stupid things. What'd you think of my friends? Be honest."

The conversation shifts to normal day things. They stuff themselves on the best greasy food near campus and head back. "You only tipped so well because of her butt." Rachel teased. "If you must know, I tipped well because of the service and atmosphere. You know, the fact she used a tray table behind her to show off butt." Pat responds as fake British as he can causing Rachel to snort. They finish their walk back to the room with smiles. 'Do I share?' Pat thinks as he spies his bag after they reenter the room. "Oh god. That girl is rude. She just told us to shove off we are being too cute." Rachel laughs shutting the door. "So you ready for some fun?" she asks with a wink.