After we dressed and tidied up, we decided to go out to eat with the rest of the guys. As we slowly piled into Gustav's car, the guys questioned us endlessly.
"So are you two better yet?" Georg asked.
"Yes, Georg, I think we're all good," I responded. I glanced at Bill and he was staring off in the distance. "Bill?" I asked.
"Huh?" I startled him. "I'm sorry, baby."
"It's alright. What are you thinking about?"
"I don't know really, well, a lot of things I guess."
"Oh, alright." We drove, mostly in silence the rest of the way there. As we approached, Tom got antsy and began singing various lyrics incredibly loudly.
"TOM!" Gustav yelled.
"What?" Tom yelled back.
"SHUT UP I'M DRIVING!" Gustav peered through the rearview mirror.
"Why should I?" Tom sneered.
"Do you want us to get in an accident and die?" Tom shut up and Gustav smiled as we pulled into the packed parking lot.
"Why do we always go on busy days?" Georg asked as we stepped through the doors.
"I don't know it's kind of annoying," Gustav laughed. A brunette named Sarah sat us at a large circular booth in the back corner of the dimly-lit restaurant. We all sat in silence, gazing at the menu for several minutes, before Tom spoke,
"Are we ready yet?"
"NO!" Everyone collectively moaned. I laughed at the normality of it all. Eventually we picked our food, ordered, and began eating. I stared at my salad with disgust as everyone else plowed in.
"What's wrong, babe?" Bill turned to me.
"I all of a sudden am really grossed out by this salad so I don't think I'm going to eat it." I sadly stated.
"Andi, you need to eat something."
"I know, don't worry, I'll order French fries or something when she comes back around." He looked at my salad, then at his fajitas, and back at my salad.
"Do you want to switch with me? I won't mind." He asked me.
"Are you sure, Bill?"
"Of course." He grabbed my plate and put his own in front of me and I began to eat. When we all finished eating, Tom insisted on paying the bill and we left, driving back to Gustav's and my house. We all paraded out of the car and loudly pranced into the house.
"I WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE!" screamed Georg. He stood by the new flat screen and glanced up and down the DVD rack.
"We don't have much, Georg." Gustav creeped behind him and Georg jumped. Tom laughed at his squeamishness.
"I hate you Gustav, and I hate your taste in movies." Georg moped his way onto the couch.
"Hey, you hate on my twin I hate on you," I poked him in the arm. Tom kept scrounging around, looking for something to do. Georg sat on the couch, quite depressed. Bill walked up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist, and Gustav crouched in front of the movie cabinet.
"How about we watch this?" He held up a rectangular piece of plastic, more commonly known as a DVD. Everyone turned to look, and he spoke, "The Big Lebowski-Best drinking movie ever."
"Wait, Gustav, did you drink all the Jack Daniels? I am NOT watching this without drinks." I stated, happily.
"Oh crap, I did. Who's turn is it to foot the bill? I'm not going out again so it'd up to you guys." Bill looked at me and smiled.
"We'll go!" He jumped out of his chair, grabbing my hand, and pulling me out the door.