I wish I could blame House on Haunted Hill for this, but I don’t know how.
I think you mean “Getting dinner at the drive thru.” ;) Fixed that for you.
Danke! Well let’s just say that Hiero and Ives won’t be going as a couple. Although they’ll be leaving as one.
The damned bell rang again and Francis switched seats to the next table. The redhead he had been talking to wasn’t even worth the meal - so thin, so arrogant. She probably wouldn’t even let him put her in a position to eat her. Sighing to himself, he placed himself in the seat in front of the next girl. He barely looked up, so sure that he wouldn’t be able to come away with anything but peanuts as a snack.
“What gets blood out of a cream shirt?”
Francis looked up, and was met by a beautiful young woman. Blonde curls, a tight cream shirt with a little crucifix hanging between her breasts. His mouth was dry.
… aaaandddd dead.