“Holly, what is your best steak?” Holly, unamused as usual, answered, “None of them are that good.”
“Well, then I’ll have my usual Blazin’ Texan burger, but I’d like to upgrade my side to onion rings.
And yes, I know it’s extra.” Holly nodded, then turned her eyes to me.
“Veggie burger,” I said. “No cheese or mayonnaise or—” “I know your order,” Holly said.
“Coupon?” “Not today, Holly,” Daisy answered. “Not today.”
We spent most of dinner imagining how, precisely, Daisy would retire from Chuck E. Cheese’s.
“I want to go in tomorrow, totally normal day, and when I draw the short straw and have to get in the Chuckie costume,
I just walk off with it. Walk right through the doors, into my brand-new car, take Chuckie home,
get him taxidermied, and mount him on the wall like a hunting trophy.”
“It’s so weird, putting the heads of stuff you’ve killed on the wall,” I said.
“Davis’s guesthouse was full of that stuff.” “Tell me about it,” Daisy said.
“Mychal and I were hooking up in the actual shadow of a stuffed moose head. BTW, thanks for walking in on us last night, perv.”
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