Greasy Paws

24 Hour McDonalds 
#1


At his core, Frank was here because he was horrible and was choosing to actively ignore that. There were times where he could talk himself out of such things, but today wasn’t that day. The line at the drive-through was ridiculous and so, he’d had to commit to actually walking inside. It was something that gave ample opportunity to also drive off to healthier choices or to home where leftovers waited. But, hamburgers were calling and his resolve petered to nothing as the jaguar also agreed to bad decisions.

There was a ding as Frank opened the door and was enveloped in the smell of fried food, plastic, in some kind of over the top cleaner as he walked in. Making for the counter, he wasn’t about to back out of the decision made here. A question remained though, would he or would he not get a McFlurry? Only time would decide as all attention was primarily put upon the menu as he tried to make a decision.
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#2
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Naz wasn't much of a McDonalds lady, personally - or fast food lady in general - but some days deserved to be devoted to low-quality indulging. It was right. Days when it was that time of the month were included here.

She already knew what she wanted - easy - and so she stood in the queue. Whoever was directly in front of her had her croc riled up and delivering hisses, but she did what she could to ignore the metaphysical plane they shared. No desire to be purple-eyed right now. And likewise, not seeking to disrupt him, Naz would wait quietly, only peering curiously with a simper.
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#3
There was the unquestionable smell of something entirely not food happening right now. His cat was crouching with wide eyes, incessant that they look behind them, as it seemed brimming with anticipation. He slid his gaze to the side to a pretty woman and didn’t understand,... oh that was a were smell now that he was paying better attention besides just food.

A call for the next person and he made to the counter to order, very aware of the other behind him. Ordering his meal and that McFlurry that’d been debated, he’d take his number, send another look to the lady in absolute questioning before making his way to a table to wait for things to be readied.
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#4
She noticed him steal a glance, and without falter would meet his gaze with that same smile in place. A McFlurry - she could understand the appeal to someone so undeniably warm-blooded.

And then the next in line was being called - her - so she glided forward to the register. Spicy Chicken McWrap, Quarter Pounder, Chicken Caesar Salad, and an Apple Pie. Oh, what else? A sprite was added to the order belatedly, and after taking her card and docket, Naz looked for the bloke.

Upon finding him closeby... "Hey there," she approached, treading carefully and with as tight a rein on her croc as she could muster. Thankfully her earlier hisses had been delivered beautifully, and unless provoked, she seemed real content to just stare through the other animal's soul. "Reckon I can steal this seat?" Naz asked with a glance across the table.
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#5
And wouldn’t you know it, the woman had decided to join him. It was like he was a hotspot for these sorts of people nowadays and the jaguar seemed very interested in whatever it was she was.

Frank smiled at her slightly and at the question, he waved a hand at the open chair in invitation. ”Sure, go right ahead, I don’t mind company.” When company was nice as she seemed to be so far. "Name's Frank," and he'd offer a hand to shake.
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#6
Woohoo! She tugged the seat back, sliding in across from him and putting her order number on the relatively clean table. "Naz," she introduced in return, shaking his hand lightly. Croc wasn't happy about that, so the gesture would be short-lived.

Well wasn't this a blast already.

"You gonna have takeaway or stick around?"
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#7
Hand shaking had his cat pouncing at what it couldn’t see and while it had been short lived, he was grateful. Whatever she was, the jaguar was way too interested to be comfortable.

He looked momentarily to the numbers on their table and then back at Naz at the question. ”I don’t need my car smelling like fries days from now, so probably here.”
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She chuckled, briefly but mirthfully. "Good one. Too true."

Naz folded her arms, unintentionally leaning forward towards Frank. "You from 'round here?" There was something strikingly familiar about him, but without looking out onto the metaphysical plane, it was impossible to grasp beyond that.
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#9
It was the unfortunate truth with fast food and he offered a smile to the agreement.

To the question, Frank wanted to immediately say no, but that wasn’t exactly what was being asked. She meant a local and well, Frank assumed he was at this point. It was a rearrangement of thinking, a moment of oh, wait.

”I moved to mountainside almost a year ago. You?”
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