Getting through the sector check had been pathetically easy with their Jam Pony passes, but now Alec and Max were faced with a much more difficult problem; getting something to eat.
After a couple hours on the road, both transgenics were hungry, feeling in need of a big glass of milk, and just a little sore from the bikes. Motorcycles weren't exactly conducive to long distance travel. However, since the USA had become a third world country, there wasn't such a thing as fast food restaurants, and most of the seedy bars they had passed so far would hardly give them a chance to eat with all the fights going on.
Rather abruptly, Alec swerved a hard left and Max followed him down a side road, unsure as to what he had seen, but soon she heard the telltale sounds of an old diner. Heaving a great sigh of relief when the building finally came into view, Max parked her baby beside Alec's bike and hopped off, taking a moment to stretch sore muscles. "Good call."
Alec half nodded, his ears still slightly ringing from the wind while on the bike, they had hit huge winds about an hour before. "So, what do you say, Maxie? Wanna see if they have good old fashioned fries, a burger, and milk?"
"I say that if we're not in the building in five seconds, I'm going to kill something, brutally." Max was only barely teasing as her stomach growled again and she made a beeline for the old building.
Alec dutifully followed, listening to his own stomach, "Hey, who am I to argue with that logic?" He knew better then to stand between a transgenic and their food, he was one after all and he knew how ugly it could get.
The bells on the door jingled as they pushed it open and a middle-aged waitress promptly came over and took them to seats. The leather was ripped and rugged, but neither cared, and the waitress didn't bother to hand them menus. "You kids know what you want?"
Quickly Max nodded and spoke, at this point daring Alec to question when she ordered for both of them, "Two cheeseburgers, two glasses of milk, and two sides of fries, please."
However, Alec was in no mood to question her, and would have ordered the same thing anyway, he flashed the waitress his most charming grin and hoped it would get their food delivered faster. "Thanks…"
The waitress smiled at the two energetic youths, "I'm Wanda, and I think old Eddie back there just might be able to pull that off, honey. You two just hold on one bit and I'll be back."
Max raised an eyebrow teasingly as she watched the woman scurry off at a pace she obviously wasn't accustomed to using. "What can I say, I'm impressed. Your shamelessness has actually come in handy. Who knew you liked older women?"
Sneering at her comment, Alec ran a hand through his hair and stretched out on his side of the booth, "Ha, ha, Maxie, our food's coming quicker, isn't it?"
Not unexpectedly, Max jumped up, pausing to pull Alec up with her, ignoring his slight protest. "C'mon, we can explore while we wait for our food, or at least not be sitting."
Gesturing to the small square encompassment of the room, Alec asked, "Explore what, Max? I wouldn't mind standing though," he looked down and grinned, "Hey, it's a checked floor. If you touch the black ones you lose!"
Max looked at Alec as though he was insane, "Are you kidding me? Only step on the white checks, my god Alec, are you five!?"
"Loosen up, Max, it's something to do, I'm bored, and I figure anything else we do will get us thrown out!" Alec winked suggestively to mark his comment, even though he meant a fight of some sort.
Wanda returning laden down with their food and moving very carefully so as not to topple it all, saved Alec from Max's impending wrath. They quickly scrambled back into their seats so Wanda could set everything down, and once she had, she heaved a great sigh. "There you go, honey, I'll be by the door when you're ready to pay."
Once again, Alec grinned towards Wanda, nodding quickly towards the food that he couldn't wait to devour. "Thanks, Wanda…" making the woman blush slightly before she rushed off.
"Alec," came the short reply from across the table, "if you don't start eating, I'm stealing your meal."
Having all the incentive he needed, Alec promptly forgot about teasing the waitress and smacked Max's hand as it came near his fries, "You have your own food, back off!"
Max giggled slightly as withdrew her hand as they both began eating at a reasonable pace, no conversation involved. After a few minutes had passed, between bites of her sandwich, Max quickly said, "I'm glad we're doing this together," before hurrying back to her meal.
Nodding, Alec pretended not to notice the slightly nervous tone to Max's voice, "Me too, Maxie."
"Don't CALL ME THAT!"