Dude. This is awesome. Jeez. A part of my soul hates you a little for it. But, um, much much much more of it loves you for it.
“I guess.” Ray shrugged. (Ray was starving.) “What do you want?” (Ray wanted pizza.)
“I’m not sure.” Fraser frowned and seemed to think about it. (Ray wanted pizza.) “Chinese, perhaps.”
(Ray wanted pizza.) “Chinese is good.” Ray jerked his head down the block. (He still wanted pizza.) “You want to try that place over on Third? Lucky Garden, or something?”
“Forgive me, Ray, if I’d rather not experiment with a Chinese establishment who uses the word 'lucky' in their name.”
(Ray didn’t care, he still wanted pizza.)
“You could always just call Sandor,” Fraser suggested. “Have him deliver a pizza.”
Ray shrugged. “Whatever. That’s fine. I don’t really care.”
Heeeeeeeeee.
By the time they got back to Ray’s apartment, Sandor was there with the pizza (thank god.) Ray tipped him (he always tipped Sandor too high, but you never knew when you were going to need something from someone and he wanted to make sure to stay on Sandor’s good side.) (Ray was on a lot of people’s bad sides.)
*grins* He has a talent for pissing people off.
By the time they got back to Ray’s apartment, Sandor was there with the pizza (thank god.) Ray tipped him (he always tipped Sandor too high, but you never knew when you were going to need something from someone and he wanted to make sure to stay on Sandor’s good side.) (Ray was on a lot of people’s bad sides.)
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Date: 2005-03-02 02:53 am (UTC)“I guess.” Ray shrugged. (Ray was starving.) “What do you want?” (Ray wanted pizza.)
“I’m not sure.” Fraser frowned and seemed to think about it. (Ray wanted pizza.) “Chinese, perhaps.”
(Ray wanted pizza.) “Chinese is good.” Ray jerked his head down the block. (He still wanted pizza.) “You want to try that place over on Third? Lucky Garden, or something?”
“Forgive me, Ray, if I’d rather not experiment with a Chinese establishment who uses the word 'lucky' in their name.”
(Ray didn’t care, he still wanted pizza.)
“You could always just call Sandor,” Fraser suggested. “Have him deliver a pizza.”
Ray shrugged. “Whatever. That’s fine. I don’t really care.”
Heeeeeeeeee.
By the time they got back to Ray’s apartment, Sandor was there with the pizza (thank god.) Ray tipped him (he always tipped Sandor too high, but you never knew when you were going to need something from someone and he wanted to make sure to stay on Sandor’s good side.) (Ray was on a lot of people’s bad sides.)
*grins* He has a talent for pissing people off.
By the time they got back to Ray’s apartment, Sandor was there with the pizza (thank god.) Ray tipped him (he always tipped Sandor too high, but you never knew when you were going to need something from someone and he wanted to make sure to stay on Sandor’s good side.) (Ray was on a lot of people’s bad sides.)
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