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[color=crimson][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — [url=https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5702f42b45bf2107c8a72d65/1459818926099-CTLCKRK8R9MR2SY55FUA/image-asset.jpeg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg]Food Truck Station, Angel Grove[/url]
[color=crimson][b]INTERACTIONS[/b][/color] — Rude visitors and buds who just want to eat good food [@OGSG] [@Hey Im Jordan][hr][/center]
[color=yellow]"Pffft... I don't get paid until Thursday. You're paying for all of us, Jack."[/color]

With a disappointed sigh, Jackson sunk his shoulders down for a few moments. He wasn't against paying. He probably had enough for the triple threat like Su wanted. That amount of meat and other stuff (Shrimp was technically the fruit of the sea but also was categorized as meat), it would be pretty filling. Then again, in the short time that Jackson has known Ji-Su, she could put away a lot of food for such a petite little thing. So maybe she could have her own. Jackson also liked to eat. So that was another one. So he would have to put the rest on his card.

[color=crimson]"Do you guys think they accept credit?"[/color] He'd ask both Dre and Su. [color=crimson]"I mean, dad gave me a card under his name. It's only supposed to be used for emergencies. Feeding your friends is an emergency, right? Right?"[/color] Deciding it was even before they would answer, he nodded for himself and only himself. 

As they got into line, which was longer than Jackson preferred. He was impatient as all hell. Not so impatient that he would decide it wasn't worth it. The minute Su described it, he subscribed to the idea that it was, in fact, worth the fifteen minutes it would be until the fated countdown. New year, new them, but same unhealthy eating habits. 

Fuck yeah! That's how Jackson Drake liked to roll!

But just because he had decided it was worth the wait didn't mean that Jackson could put a nip on his impatience. The excitement was getting the better of him. [color=crimson]"Man I can't wait to have that quesadilla. I fucking love Mexican food--"[/color] He had to stop himself for a splitsecond. [color=crimson]"--Wait, is it even traditional? I mean it's still bomb as fuck, but like, it's not traditional, right? Oh, one of these days I'm gonna go to Mexico and see for myself!"[/color] Somewhere in all of that, he made a mental check in his mind to take a trip to Mexico. Maybe he could convince Su and Andre to come with him? [color=crimson]"We all should go down there for spring break! All the hotties and babes and chicks in revealing bikinis? Fucking hell yeah! I'll take up extra shifts at the pizzaria! Oh and maybe work at my family's garage, too!"[/color] 

The more Jackson spoke -- well, really he was thinking aloud -- the more the skater boy was getting excited. He had almost forgotten about the reason why he was in line to begin with. His mind, when it got fixated on something, everything else seemed to be pushed to the backburner. And right now, he was imagining the hot babes on a Mexico beach, the authentic Mexican food, and maybe even sipping a corona beer with a lime wedge. Or lemon wedge. Lime is kinda gross unless it's on tacos.

As his mind raced at all of the possibilities, that singular train of thought had crashed when Jackson heard the alarming scream of a woman and immediately followed by the loud, almost deafening sound of an explosion in the distance. In the darkness of the almost midnight hour, the beacon of orange fire and smoke stuck out like a sore thumb, prompting Jackson to react with a "what the fuck!?"

It seemed both he and Andre had the same idea almost at the same time and what they both saw was, if he was being completely honest, out of a bad dream. Or a really corny SyFy movie airing at midnight right before the 4-hour long spree of corny ads. [color=crimson]"Uh guys, I know we're not, like, immune to the weird stuff in town or anything like that, but uhh..."[/color] Jackson slowly lifted his hand that wasn't holding his board and gestured to the row of those weird things emerging from the smoke and approaching them. [color=crimson][b]"WHAT ON EARTH ARE THOSE THINGS!?"[/b][/color] Normally, Jackson kept his cool under stressful situations, but when life was in danger and the fear of the unknown was carrying lances that looked sharper than his everyday outfit, this was exactly the right time to have a little panic attack.

[color=crimson][i]Calm down, Jackson. Sure, they could probably rip you to shreds and your life may very well be in danger if you linger about, but think of the children![/i][/color]

Well, if there were children out here at this hour, those parents were probably bad ones, but that didn't matter. So think of the hypothetical children who might be here with crap parents! Think of the people screaming and not sure what to do in this highly stressful, deathly situation. These freaks were ruining quesadilla night! Oh, and destroying everything they touched. Yeah that was definitely more important ([s]it wasn't[/s]).

[color=crimson]"Hey, uh.."[/color] 

Quick, Jackson! Think of a cool line to get their attention. 

[color=crimson][b]"HEY, ASS FLOWERS!" [/b][/color]

Nice one!

[color=crimson]"You're totally ruining quesadilla night! Stop it now!"[/color] Jackson yelled out at the same moment Andre rushed them. For a moment, he was cheering for his friend. [color=crimson]"Yeah go Dre--"[/color]

And before long, Dre was kneed and then whacked in the jaw. [color=crimson]"Well... that was a good attempt, man!"[/color] Almost chuckling, Jackson realized one was coming his way and he didn't think. He rushed for them. Their lance came down and Jackson tucked and rolled under it, the sound of the metal hitting the concrete ground sending a screeching sound in the air. As he got to his feet, Jackson rushed the freak from behind to the ground, legs wrapping it and securing it on the ground. [color=crimson]"Hey! I got one! Dre! Su! I actually got one--"[/color]

And much like how Dre experienced pain in the gut, he got the same treatment as his buddy did by the butt of the lance finding a temporary home in his midsection and Jackson fell to the side on his back, clenching his stomach from the immense pain he was currently experiencing. [color=crimson]"Okay..maybe I didn't get one."[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]