GEORGIA STREET MOTORS DRABBLE

by

Owlcroft

"Four cheeseburgers, two fries," said McCormick into the little box.

A tinny reply directed him to the pick-up window. Bet Hardcase didn't know I could act like that, he thought smugly. Ooh, Judge, those are real bullets! He grinned, reaching for his wallet. A thought struck him and he examined his jacket. Hope that fake blood comes out okay. Or else Hardcastle will owe me a jacket.

"Here you are," and the bag of burgers was handed over to him.

A bag of burgers for a split lip and a new jacket. Fair enough, he shrugged and headed for home.