Today's drabble is in honour of my old job. I used to be a McManager. Don't hold that against me, like I have a feeling Sam and Dean are about to! Big thank you to GrammarDemon, who helped me work out the price of everything, since you know, it's different in England (and I got used to discounts too).
'You feeling hungry?'
'Sure.'
'Want to hit up that McDonald's.'
'Sure.'
'Come on Sammy, they do salads, you should be psyched.'
'It's been a while since I enjoyed a Big Mac, I guess.'
'Great. We'll go through the Drive Thru.'
'Hey, welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order?'
'You can.'
'Dean, don't be a dick.'
'Um, sure, a number one and two number threes. One with a water, the others with root beer. Can you throw in a double cheese and a mcflurry? Oh, and get me some pie. I need me some pie.'
'Sure, drive round.'
'Dean, you can't seriously want to eat all that.'
'I seriously can.'
'Fine.'
'I can't believe you used to ride my ass bribing people fifty bucks at a time when you're spending like, twenty-seven dollars on one meal.'
'Sam, you whine like a mom.'
'How would you know?'
'How would you?'
'Just pay the guy.'
'Here's your order.'
'Great, thanks. Eat on the road, Sammy?'
'If you think you can eat a quarter pounder and drive at the same time, go ahead. But if you kill me, I will haunt you. I'll be attached to your bad mood, so you can never get rid of me.'
'You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside Sam. Open a burger for me.'
'Mmmmm, imsshed dsssh.'
'Shoors cwd?'
'What?'
'I said, is yours cold?'
'A little.'
'The pie better make up for this suck-ass burger.'
'Uh, Dean? They forgot the pie.'