Denny's

[thesearesocks]

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. I don't think they have the Hobbit menu anymore, fuck. Maybe you should ask the waiter or something.

Comments

blows the dust off this account after literal years

[toweredingly]

[Roland's watching him from across the table, with something like bemusement. You'd think he'd be used to this kind of thing from Eddie, but it's still something else to watch just how efficiently a man can demolish a plate.]

[Having said which, Roland himself is making pretty solid inroads into his own pancakes. He addresses them with the same almost-mechanical approach as he does so many things, steadily working his way through the food.]

A man could eat himself to death, in a place like this.

[It's hard to tell whether that's intended to be disdainful or admiring. That's Roland for you.]

inhales the dust 😤

[opioid]

[ It's funny, outright funny, watching Roland eat a pancake. Eddie had had to choke down a laugh even just seeing the plate settled squarely in front of him, and every time he so much as glances in his direction he grins all over again. He's almost finished his waffles; there's a smear of whipped cream on his upper lip that he hasn't yet noticed, or he'd have licked it off already, and he has to swallow thickly before he speaks. ]

Roland, what'd I tell you about appropriate dinner conversation? 'Cause I'm sure death wasn't on the list of approved topics.

[toweredingly]

[Cut, chew, swallow. Cut, chew, swallow. Roland's cool blue eyes regard Eddie with something like disapproval, one eyebrow lifting a fraction.]

Cry pardon, then. I'd not like to lower the tone.

You have cream on your face. [He lowers his eyes back to his plate, and adds without cracking a smile:] I'd say it looks like jizz, but I don't recall that on your list, either.