[There's a call of a "yes, ma'am"! and the sound of footsteps shuffling away. Johnnie shakes his head, amused by the whole thing.]
Yeah, busy's right. I bet he can figure that out, us orderin' fancy food an' sending him off without seeing us. Wonder if he smells the pot? But, y'know, we're celebrating not dying in a fire, right?
[Definitely calls for celebrating, that story. He gives her one more kiss, but then finally pulls away, because he really is actually hungry and fries are better when hot.
He listens at the door for a second to make sure there's truly nobody in the hallway, then opens it up to grab the tray and bring it in, closing the door behind him with his heel. And hell, looking at all this food, smelling it, he's practically drooling.]
Fuck that smells good. Look at this, the lobster's drenched in butter. And -
[He sets the food down on the table just as he starts laughing. There are two glasses of coke with maraschino cherries floating in them, and he points them out.]
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Yeah, busy's right. I bet he can figure that out, us orderin' fancy food an' sending him off without seeing us. Wonder if he smells the pot? But, y'know, we're celebrating not dying in a fire, right?
[Definitely calls for celebrating, that story. He gives her one more kiss, but then finally pulls away, because he really is actually hungry and fries are better when hot.
He listens at the door for a second to make sure there's truly nobody in the hallway, then opens it up to grab the tray and bring it in, closing the door behind him with his heel. And hell, looking at all this food, smelling it, he's practically drooling.]
Fuck that smells good. Look at this, the lobster's drenched in butter. And -
[He sets the food down on the table just as he starts laughing. There are two glasses of coke with maraschino cherries floating in them, and he points them out.]
Fanciest fuckin' cherry coke you ever saw!