` ✦ ° ┊ kick it like it's 1986 ﹙ private ﹚

[Beatles.]

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I'D RATHER LAUGH WITH THE SINNERS THAN CRY WITH THE SAINTS ——

[b]— & What time was it? Nine at night? Ten? Whatever it was, it was far past what was considered "breakfast time". However, that was exactly what Tommy had ordered from Denny's that night.

The brown-haired Solar stabbed his fork into his scrambled eggs, which were p e p p e r e d with salt and pepper. They were ( doused ) with hot sauce, as were his hash browns. His pancakes were gone, as were his extra sides of bacon and sausage. He was on his second glass of Coke as well. If it wasn't obvious enough? The guy was hungry.

( I guess you could say that he was wolfing his meal down! )

Tommy naturally had a beastly appetite. It was a goddamn miracle that he hadn't blown up like a blimp, and he could only thank his metabolism for that.

Dressed in a bomber jacket with a dark shirt underneath, he shovelled a forkful of hash browns and eggs into his mouth. Across from him was Percy, who had tagged along with him on this excursion. Why not get some grub before doing their shift? He chewed for a few moments before commenting, "Shit... I think I'm ready for a banana split." Huh, as if he hadn't eaten enough that evening.

[member=122]finny.[/member]

[B]————————————————— THE SINNERS ARE MUCH MORE FUN