The waitress set the pizza down. "The veggie tray and the dairy-free personal pan will be ready shortly."
The pizza dribbled molten grease.
Zim gagged.
'Ditto', Thought Dollface.
Gina didn't even bother to grab the small plate being offered by the very curly Dollface and grabbed a hot slice, gobbling down the offensive serving quickly, as if she just couldn't get enough down her gullet fast enough.
She belched loudly.
Dollface looked at Devin, slid him a plate, and watched as he piled two slices on.
How the hell were these kids so skinny?
Devin took a bite, dark brown cowlicks pulled away from his coke-bottle glasses. The slice dribbled in defeated agitation. "Little too much grease tonight, eh Gina?"
"Shut up!" Gina growled around another slice, purple bangs swaying in her squinting eyes.
Gina always squinted.
It was from staring at screens too much.
Or maybe she was as near-sighted as her brother.
Tina reached for her plate, and plopped a slice down on it's chipped white surface.
Zim eyed the pizza warily, large and watery blue eyes almost fearful of the remaining slices.
"Veggies." The waitress said flatly, plastic tray of carrots and broccoli set down by Zim and then set down a personal pizza with dairy-free cheese in front of Dollface, "Eat up and don't forget to claim your free tokens."
Zim poked at a carrot. It was the freshest thing here.
Dollface grabbed a napkin and patted off her pizza, artificial cheese sticking to the paper like a sixth grade science project.
Zim crunched down on the carrot with zipper teeth. "Not bad, human restaurant scum."
Dollface reached for a firm orange stick, glad at least something here was edible.
She crunched.
She chewed the bite into an orange pulp, thinking, not swallowing yet.
Dollface tried to remember the last time her friends were like this.
She pulled out her iPhone and tapped SnapChat.
One new story.
Oh.
Dollface watched the only story posted, a video of Princess lifting her girlfriend high in the air for a practice dance not fully shown, and sighed to herself.
She stood up and climbed over Zim, stood next to the booth and yelled, "Smile!"
All the other kids looked up and smiled around bites of cheese, Devin even waved into the camera, seeing it was recording.
Dollface looked over her shoulder, "Wanna say hi t'my friends back home?"
They chorused to the phone.
Dollface finished her recording and sent it to Izzy, downloading it for her insta account.
She climbed back over and posted it to her personal Instagram account, hoping Wolfie would see it and then DM'd it to the corporate account.
Dollface gulped, trying to slow her breathing. The other kids were already chatting with eachother, leaving her in the dust as she pressed the off button and pocketed her phone in her bomber.
Dollface looked at the decorations around the room. Bloaty the Pizza Hog posters were plastered everywhere, some of them so old they looked like they hadn't been changed out since the eighties.
Dollface looked at Zim.
He looked almost green in this lighting, little blue veins and all. He had high cheekbones, a flat nose, and small, pinched ears, as well as wide, watery blue eyes.
Zim was, like the other kids sitting at the table, to the left of normal.
Tina snagged a baby carrot and chomped, laughing flatly at one of Devin's jokes. Like his other jokes, it fell flat and sounded like something read in a joke book.
That's what you get when the son of an immigrant scientist tries to flirt with the desperately shy daughter of a five-star chef.
"Hey Tina, how was your date?" Dollface asked. Devin blushed.
"I guess it was okay, but I am not sure if I really liked her that much." Tina said.
"Not everyone is for everyone." Dollface said, smiling and trying so hard to make her voice higher pitched.
"I am going out with her again before break."
"That's great." Dollface said, biting her tongue to prevent her from adding to that thought.
Devin sat quietly, no more lame jokes.
Dammit!
Dollface fucked up again.
Gina belched out one more time and climbed from her seat across from Dollface and out into the open.
"I'm gonna play." She said darkly, "So don't bother me."
The four remaining teens sat very quiet.
Dollface bowed her head.
She did it again.
The carrot stick in her stomach felt like a hard ball of steel.
She couldn't even finish the last bite.
At least the meal was already paid for at the counter from everyone's pocket. Dollface stared at her phone screen, wishing she was in the room where Princess had been practicing for her recital of the Nutcracker, recorded approximately eight hours ago.
"H-h-hey kids!"
"Oh EW," Zim shouted at the octopuss that randomly appeared.
Dollface stared at it's bulbous eyes.
The eyes stared back.
It raised a tentacle with a squeal of unoiled joints.
"Oh hey," Tina said, "Are the others running tonight?"
"Others?" Dollface asked.
"Yeah," Tina said, "Look, here they come!"
Dollface's eyes widened as a rotund pig with a propeller beanie, a moose with a top hat, and a walrus with a greasy hair bow stumbled stupidly over to the table, singing four different songs in a clattering, whistling, screeching symphony of discord.
"Hey," Devin asked, "Where'd she go?"
"I saw her bloomers." Zim said, very matter-of-factly, thin hands folded neatly on the sticky table.
"I thought she liked animatronics." Tina said simply, staring at the swinging glass door.
Dollface, running down the sidewalk drooled, then started crying, mascara running down her cheeks like dirty grease in a burning oven.