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McDonalds might not be the most romantic place for a dinner, with so many people crowding around the counter, and squashing into seats that are all a little too hard and bad for your back, but it would do. The food might not be the best for your health, full of dripping fat, excess salt and only wishful thinking declaring that the beef patties were actually made out of beef, but it tasted good. It definitely wasn't the most serene place in the city, but nothing in the city was really very serene any more. Nothing was sacred. McDonalds was as good as it was going to get. Besides, it was about all Cube could afford to shout, and she would never go to Hungry Jack's on principle.
There had been a brief week in her earlier years when Cube had actually worked at McDonalds. It had only been for a week. Working just didn't work for her. For one thing, she had been expected to wear a stupid uniform that was mostly green and looked absolutely awful. For another, she was expected to actually smile the whole day, which just didn't agree with Cube one little bit. She didn't see why she should be nice to customers, they came when they wanted to waste money on cheap food, not to be smiled at by a tall girl looking stupid in a green uniform.
Of course, there was the other small matter of actually [i]knowing[/i] what went into those objects loosely described as 'food'. That was enough to make anyone question their appetite.
Honestly, some of the stuff that got cooked at McDonalds looked worse that the stuff that floated down the sewers. At least the flotsam in the sewers was marginally identifiable.
Cube watched Corn as she chewed a mouthful of Quarter Pounder thoughtfully. Corn had a Big Mac, into which he had carefully placed some of his chips to make a 'Chip Burger'. Cube didn't quite understand why. However, she appreciated that Corn had been stressed lately, so such little things could be forgiven.
"What are you thinking?" Cube asked.
"Just wondering how we're gonna help Ryter," admitted Corn. Cube sighed inwardly. He'd never think of [i]her[/i], would he.
"Forget her."
"I can't."
"Then forget her until the whole gang votes to help, ok?" said Cube tiredly. "Just enjoy the moment."
"I can't help worrying."
"You should stop. It's not good for your health."
"If I stop worrying, I stop thinking, and I don't want to know what happens to me then," admitted Corn.
"Just relax, eat, and pretend the world can take care of itself. Which it can, at least for a few hours," said Cube tiredly. She was glad the particular branch of McDonalds was fairly deserted tonight. Corn didn't respond. She frowned.
"You're listening to the radio, aren't you?" she accused, but quietly.
"What?" asked Corn. Cube rolled her eyes, reached across the table and pulled the earphones from his ears.
"Hey!" he objected. "I was listening!"
"You don't have to be on twenty four hour alert," said Cube sadly, "You are allowed to be yourself now and then, especially now."
"It was just getting to the info, Cube," retorted Corn, snatching the earphones back and putting them back in. Cube sighed tiredly held her head in one hand and shook her head at her burger, as though it could empathise. It possibly could empathise, one was never quite certain what anything was in a Mcdonalds burger.
"Gees Cube," said Corn suddenly, standing up. Cube looked up at him.
"What is it?" she asked, he sounded anxious, and she couldn't help caring.
"The police are looking for Clutch, they got a description, they know what he looks like!"
"So? Make him shave off those bloody dreadlocks, no one will recognise him."
"They're gonna find him, they're gonna catch him and put him in prison! We have to find him and…..and.." Corn was getting stressed about nothing, Cube could tell. She knew Clutch was still in the garage, and if the police honestly knew where the garage was, then they'd have been rounded up long ago. What worried her most, was that Corn was starting to breath funny, short, sharp, nearly wheezing breaths were never encouraging. It seemed like he was hyperventilating.
"..and then they'll find all of us and that crazy with the gun will come along and shoot everyone and leave them for dead and it'll be all my fault because I couldn't warn everyone to keep safe and they'll be dead and-" Cube had had enough. She stood up, reached over the table, grabbed Corn by the shirt and pulled him close. Without hesitation she tilted her head, and planted her mouth over his.
It was not exactly the magical moment she had imagined their first kiss to be.
Corn tried to cough, suddenly finding his air supply restricted. Cube held the kiss until she felt his draw breath through his nose, it tickled her skin. Then she let him go. Corn, honestly, had not expected that one. He stood there dumbly for a moment. Cube glanced around to see who had seen. One of the McDonalds employees was staring at them, having been sent to clear tables if they were empty.
"What are you staring at?" Cube snapped. The employee went away quickly. Cube turned her attention back to Corn.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Er, yeah," he stammered, "Um, thanks….." This is pathetic, Cube thought, he's not even prepared to take advantage of the situation.
"Cube! Corn!" Cube looked up, having recognised Gum's voice.
"What's up?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect to find you two here," answered Gum.
"Well we are here. Wanna make something of it?"
"Nah, not tonight."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Aw, Beat went car surfing, and so I just wandered around," explained Gum, "didn't feel like going back to the Garage."
"Well, we'd better get back now, to tell Clutch what's going on," decided Corn. "Let's go."
McDonalds might not be the most romantic place for a dinner, with so many people crowding around the counter, and squashing into seats that are all a little too hard and bad for your back, but it would do. The food might not be the best for your health, full of dripping fat, excess salt and only wishful thinking declaring that the beef patties were actually made out of beef, but it tasted good. It definitely wasn't the most serene place in the city, but nothing in the city was really very serene any more. Nothing was sacred. McDonalds was as good as it was going to get. Besides, it was about all Cube could afford to shout, and she would never go to Hungry Jack's on principle.
There had been a brief week in her earlier years when Cube had actually worked at McDonalds. It had only been for a week. Working just didn't work for her. For one thing, she had been expected to wear a stupid uniform that was mostly green and looked absolutely awful. For another, she was expected to actually smile the whole day, which just didn't agree with Cube one little bit. She didn't see why she should be nice to customers, they came when they wanted to waste money on cheap food, not to be smiled at by a tall girl looking stupid in a green uniform.
Of course, there was the other small matter of actually [i]knowing[/i] what went into those objects loosely described as 'food'. That was enough to make anyone question their appetite.
Honestly, some of the stuff that got cooked at McDonalds looked worse that the stuff that floated down the sewers. At least the flotsam in the sewers was marginally identifiable.
Cube watched Corn as she chewed a mouthful of Quarter Pounder thoughtfully. Corn had a Big Mac, into which he had carefully placed some of his chips to make a 'Chip Burger'. Cube didn't quite understand why. However, she appreciated that Corn had been stressed lately, so such little things could be forgiven.
"What are you thinking?" Cube asked.
"Just wondering how we're gonna help Ryter," admitted Corn. Cube sighed inwardly. He'd never think of [i]her[/i], would he.
"Forget her."
"I can't."
"Then forget her until the whole gang votes to help, ok?" said Cube tiredly. "Just enjoy the moment."
"I can't help worrying."
"You should stop. It's not good for your health."
"If I stop worrying, I stop thinking, and I don't want to know what happens to me then," admitted Corn.
"Just relax, eat, and pretend the world can take care of itself. Which it can, at least for a few hours," said Cube tiredly. She was glad the particular branch of McDonalds was fairly deserted tonight. Corn didn't respond. She frowned.
"You're listening to the radio, aren't you?" she accused, but quietly.
"What?" asked Corn. Cube rolled her eyes, reached across the table and pulled the earphones from his ears.
"Hey!" he objected. "I was listening!"
"You don't have to be on twenty four hour alert," said Cube sadly, "You are allowed to be yourself now and then, especially now."
"It was just getting to the info, Cube," retorted Corn, snatching the earphones back and putting them back in. Cube sighed tiredly held her head in one hand and shook her head at her burger, as though it could empathise. It possibly could empathise, one was never quite certain what anything was in a Mcdonalds burger.
"Gees Cube," said Corn suddenly, standing up. Cube looked up at him.
"What is it?" she asked, he sounded anxious, and she couldn't help caring.
"The police are looking for Clutch, they got a description, they know what he looks like!"
"So? Make him shave off those bloody dreadlocks, no one will recognise him."
"They're gonna find him, they're gonna catch him and put him in prison! We have to find him and…..and.." Corn was getting stressed about nothing, Cube could tell. She knew Clutch was still in the garage, and if the police honestly knew where the garage was, then they'd have been rounded up long ago. What worried her most, was that Corn was starting to breath funny, short, sharp, nearly wheezing breaths were never encouraging. It seemed like he was hyperventilating.
"..and then they'll find all of us and that crazy with the gun will come along and shoot everyone and leave them for dead and it'll be all my fault because I couldn't warn everyone to keep safe and they'll be dead and-" Cube had had enough. She stood up, reached over the table, grabbed Corn by the shirt and pulled him close. Without hesitation she tilted her head, and planted her mouth over his.
It was not exactly the magical moment she had imagined their first kiss to be.
Corn tried to cough, suddenly finding his air supply restricted. Cube held the kiss until she felt his draw breath through his nose, it tickled her skin. Then she let him go. Corn, honestly, had not expected that one. He stood there dumbly for a moment. Cube glanced around to see who had seen. One of the McDonalds employees was staring at them, having been sent to clear tables if they were empty.
"What are you staring at?" Cube snapped. The employee went away quickly. Cube turned her attention back to Corn.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Er, yeah," he stammered, "Um, thanks….." This is pathetic, Cube thought, he's not even prepared to take advantage of the situation.
"Cube! Corn!" Cube looked up, having recognised Gum's voice.
"What's up?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect to find you two here," answered Gum.
"Well we are here. Wanna make something of it?"
"Nah, not tonight."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Aw, Beat went car surfing, and so I just wandered around," explained Gum, "didn't feel like going back to the Garage."
"Well, we'd better get back now, to tell Clutch what's going on," decided Corn. "Let's go."