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29.
With a growl, Sam pressed end call, and shuffled her phone back into her pocket before taking a sip from her glass of water. She glanced out the window, narrowing her eyes at the store across the parking lot. "Those two had better hurry up," she grumbled, going over the menu again.
Basically everything on here is meat, she thought as she flipped the sheet over, desserts it is.
The jingle of bells startled her, and she jumped, sloshing water onto her skirt and the menu as she knocked into the table with a curse. Grabbing a handful of napkins, she wiped up the water on the table before dabbing at her skirt, and looking up to glare at the two men who'd walked in.
The shorter of the two seems to brighten as soon as he caught sight of her, and Sam felt a tic develop under her eye as he all but swaggered—and who did that? No one she knew had ever done that—up to the booth just across from of hers. The taller one trailed after him, and by the roll of his eyes, she figured she was in for a common event.
Sam frowned as he winked at her, and plopped down into his booth, the last free corner one. Jazz had talked about it before; about Danny setting up in corners with his back to the wall, not that it helped with ghosts much if they came up behind him through said wall.
Huffing, she turned back to the menu for what she thought was longer than a minute before watching as the waitress wandered over to their table, and completely missing the sound of bells.
"So! Danny managed to find a map, and get pointed in the direction of good camping gear," came a familiar voice," and not only did he manage to knock down a rack of clothes but a couple of mannequins too while he was at it, so he'll be back soon-ish."
Sam sucked in a breath, and Tucker grinned from his place on the other side of the table.
"I don't think I'll ask how that happened," she deadpanned.
"Good, 'cause I wasn't there to witness it as it happened," he informed her, fiddling with his PDA. "So... how's the meat looking on the menu?"
The goth glared.
Two shins kicked later, a steaming plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, grits, and toast was laid out in front of the geek while Sam picked at her apple pie.
Chewing on the bit in her mouth, she glanced at the two men out of the corner of her eyes. The taller one was done, and the shorter one was just about done with his own slice of pie. Looking out the window, she sat up as she noticed the fogged up figure of her boyfriend walk from the back of their car, and to the door.
"Danny's back," she said, kicking the meat-lover in the shin again.
"Ow! Sam!" he yelped, dropping his fork as a jingle rang out through the dinner.
The taller of the two men jerked in their direction, but Sam barley noticed as Danny stepped closer and plopped down next to her. "What? You guys already eat without me?" he pouted, twinging his fingers in hers between them.
Tucker choked, and beat at his chest with a fist. "Dude! I'm getting abused over here," he wheezed.
Danny said something in return, blue eyes glinting in amusement, however, Sam wasn't paying attention anymore; the two men had gotten up, and were stepping close towards them around the waitress as she served the occupied table in front of their newly vacated one.
The tall one walked by first without so much as a glance, but it was different for the shorter one. He grinned at her as he got closer, and winked, and then the screeching started up.
Everything seemed to stop, and a block of ice dropped into the pit of Sam's stomach.
There was a long silence.