gimme a sammich, bitch [open]

[doitagainbaby]

There are two pint-sized teenage girls at a table in Hollister's. They're identical blondes, barely sixteen, and chain smoking like it's going out of fashion. One of them -- the one with her hair down, who's kicking the table leg with her sneaker'd feet -- has ordered two cheeseburgers and, after disgruntledly discovering she couldn't convince

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[makeyouquake]

The one with her hair up is only marginally quieter, but still very Texan and very foul-mouthed. She looks the place over critically, like she's mapping it out in her head.

"Sure beats that fuckin' taco stand down the block from our place."

[doitagainbaby]

"Ain't fuckin' hard to do that, is it?" Wesley purses her lips.

[makeyouquake]

"Point." Charlie rests her elbows on the tabletop, leaning forward so her chair balances. "Damn, I'm hungry now, too. Haven't eaten since work."

[doitagainbaby]

"Skipped it," Wes replies, succinctly, taking a long drag on her cigarette and breathing it out through her nose.