A bite to eat can't hurt

“Fine, but you realize you’re paying, right?” you assert. And guess who’s getting the most expensive thing on the menu…

“Sure, that works. Let’s go!” Samantha springs up off the bench and sets off, with you tagging along while tugging at the hem of your dress, trying fruitlessly to pull it just a little lower.

It only takes a few minutes of walking to arrive at your destination, a place that proudly labels itself ‘Bitches n Booze’. Nice taste Samantha, real high class. Is she planning to get day drunk or something? “Uhh, we’re eating here?” you ask skeptically.

“Yep! I know it’s nothing fancy, but the food here is really really good. You have to try it!” You don’t really expect this place to have much more than corn dogs and pretzels on the menu, but you reluctantly decide to give your friend the benefit of the doubt.

You follow her inside and freeze in place as you watch every pair of eyes turn to you. Not good. You hide behind Samantha like a frightened child, and soon people lose interest and resume their business. “Oh don’t be scared,” Samantha says. “Let’s go sit over there, follow me.”

You timidly follow along, still unconsciously pulling on your dress. The table Samantha has chosen is, coincidentally, right in the middle of everyone. Isn’t there anywhere else she could have chosen? You weren’t expecting solitary confinement or anything, but a little bit of privacy would be nice.

Sitting down, you and Samantha both pop open your menus and decide what to order. As you expected, the selection isn’t great. While you’re trying to decide, Samantha chimes in, “Hey, wanna get a beer or two?” Of course that’s what she really came here for.

“Geez Sam, control yourself, it’s the middle of the day!”

The redhead rolls her eyes. “Come on girl, live a little! I said I’m buying, right?”