up all night to get denny's

[gameofsocks]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. $2! $4! $6! $8! What do we appreciate? Bacon!

Comments

[lotsoflaughs]

::Gabriel looks down at the table empty of everything but place mats, silverware rolled up in napkins, and assorted condiments before looking back at Sam.::

That would require one of us to order pancakes first. I just wanted to look in on you. No big deal. See the look on your face when you saw me.

::The last was added because he knew there was no way Sam would believe he didn't want anything. May as well throw him a bone so he would have something he actually believed.::

[escapedestiny]

[The response to Sam's question regarding pancakes brings a huff of a laugh from him, incredulous but a little amused as he glances away and then back again. He hadn't meant that literally, but he suspected the Trickster knew that.]

Well, you saw it. Satisfied?

[His tone says he doubts it.]

[lotsoflaughs]

::Oh, he knew perfectly well what Sam meant. But he's never one to turn down a chance to be a smartass. Well, almost never.::

I've gotten my amusement for the night, yep.

::It's said with an impish grin. And of course, he's not leaving. That would end the fun too early.::

[escapedestiny]

[Of course. Sam couldn't have expected this to be that easy. He stares at him for a moment, brow raised, before sighing and lifting his menu to continue looking at it.

Fine. He can sit there all he wants. So long as he isn't abducting college students to probe or pulling people with chainsaws out of thin air then Sam had no problem. Didn't mean he had to speak to him, though.]

[lotsoflaughs]

::Hey, the fratboy had it coming and he learned to be less of an asshole. Mission successful.::

The fratboy has learned his lesson. For the record.

::Just a little bit of breaking Sam's train of thought, yep.::