[CENTER][SUB][I][COLOR=SILVER]You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived...[/COLOR][/I][/SUB][hr][H3][B][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]H A R D   C A M E   T H E   R A I N[/COLOR][/B][/H3][/CENTER]
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[INDENT][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B][I]Time of Day:[/I] [COLOR=SILVER]Late Afternoon[/COLOR]
[I]Weather:[/I] [COLOR=SILVER]Clear Skies[/COLOR][/B][/COLOR]

[INDENT][color=#999999]”There’s some pretty good deals here.”[/color] Vinnie stated flipping through the coupon book as he rode in the back seat of the large sedan. In front of him, Monty sat in the passenger seat while Bianca had opted to drive the pair, insisting that someone reasonable needed to keep a watch over them.

[color=#999999]“Look, he’s a coupon for twenty Fried Frickles for only five bucks!” [/color]Vinnie chortled, [color=#999999]“You can’t beat that!”[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]“[i]Fuckin’[/i] Freckles’ Fried Frickles” [/color]Monty muttered from the front seat, [color=#b7b7b7]“Damn things are addictive, especially that cheese sauce they serve with ‘em.”[/color]

[color=#999999]“Why is it ‘Fried Frickles’ anyways?”[/color] Vinnie asked as Bianca let out an annoyed huff as Monty replied.

[color=#b7b7b7]“Huh?”[/color]

[color=#999999]“Frickles is a portmanteau of ‘Fried Pickles’, putting ‘fried’ in front of it is redundant.”[/color] Vinnie explained leading to Bianca to let out a groan as Monty snapped back at him.

[color=#b7b7b7]“Shut the [i]fuck[/i] up! I’ll call them[i] fuckin’[/i] Freckles’ Fried Frickles if I [i]fuckin[/i]’ want to.”[/color]

“I bet you can’t say that three times fast.” Vinnie taunted as the car rounded a corner.

[color=#666666]“Fuck off,”[/color] Bianca said as she look up at Vinnie through the car’s rearview mirror.

[color=#999999]“I bet’cha he can’t!”[/color] Vinnie continued to taunt as Monty sighed before taking the bait.

[color=#b7b7b7]“Fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles, Fuckin’ Fuckles’ Fried Fuck off!”[/color] He groaned as he felt his tongue starting to get twisted around the words before tossing an older wrapper over his shoulder towards Vinnie.

[color=#999999]“I told you!”[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]“Go to hell.”[/color] Monty replied as Bianca brought the car to a stop outside the restaurant.

[color=#666666]“We’re here, go get your Freckles’ bitch.”[/color] She ordered as Vinnie hopped out of the backseat, Monty slowly following him as he hoisted himself up onto crutches. 

[color=#999999]“Uh, Bianca?” [/color]Vinnie yelled back as the woman rolled her window down. [color=#999999]“You can’t park there, it’s a handicap spot.”[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]“I’m fuckin’ handicapped!”[/color] Monty retorted motioning towards the crutch under either arm with his head.

[color=#999999]“Yeah, but you don’t have a permit.”[/color] Vinnie replied as Bianca rolled her eyes.

[color=#666666]“Robs a house, is worried about a fuckin’ handicap sticker.”[/color]

Holding the door for Monty, the pair entered into the restaurant, meeting up with the rest of the boys from the gang as they huddled by the door before looking up at the register.

[color=#999999]“That’s fuckin’ her!”[/color] Vinnie said in surprise before gasping for air as Monty elbowed him in the stomach.

[color=#b7b7b7]“Shut up!”[/color]

[color=#cccccc]“Let’s go get her then.”[/color] One of the other men stated as Monty shook his head.

[color=#b7b7b7]“And what, just pull her over the counter and carry her over your shoulder out the door?”[/color]

[color=#cccccc]“Yeah.”[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]“Terrible idea!”[/color] Monty replied as Vinnie nodded in agreement.

[color=#999999]“I’ll just order food and find out what time she’s off.”[/color] Vinnie piped up as Monty nodded before replying.

[color=#b7b7b7]“Better idea!”[/color] Monty exclaimed as Vinnie waltzed towards the cash.

[color=#999999]“Awe, hey dollface, you shy or sumthin?”[/color] Vinnie asked as he approached Natalie, motioning to the hat pulled down over her face. [color=#999999]“Had I been born with a pretty face like that, I wouldn’t hide it.”[/color] He smiled, the wide grin showing several noticeably capped and missing teeth.

[color=#999999]“Anyways, can I get uh this.”[/color] He asked placing down the coupon for the twenty frickles. [color=#999999]“Oh and maybe like two of the Freckles’ Original, no pickles though.”[/color] He stated pointing towards a hamburger prominently displayed in the center of the menu. Smiling, he looked at Natalie before speaking again.

[color=#999999]“Oh and your number and what time your shift finishes.”[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]