They can't eat in the car, can they?

"Sorry, Mel," Rachel addressed her friend, "I don't want us to eat in the car. There might be stains all over the place."

"Ummm," Mel tried to come up with something, "I don't think they'll let us bring in outside food and drinks."

"We won't bring it inside, then," Rachel assured her friend as they started to park, "we'll just eat at one of those tables they have on the sidewalks."

"But Rachel, I've told you why I'm naked," Melissa pleaded with her friend, "I can't go out like this in public!"

"How about this?" Rachel started to smirk, "If you eat lunch with me in the mall courtyard, I'll drive you straight home, let you keep my jacket, and have a friend drive your car home for you. If, on the other hand, you would rather have us drive all the way back to the gas station, get in your car, and have to drive naked in the middle of rush hour, be my guest!"

"Ummm..." Melissa debated what to do as her brain got fuzzy again.

"Our food's getting kinda cold, Mel," Rachel began egging her on.