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In search of a really late lunch . . . or possibly a slightly early dinner, Anders and Cally show up, hand in hand (surprise), and slide into a booth.

"So. I could maybe go for a burger tonight," muses Anders, flipping through the menu. "What'll it be for you?"

"Hmmm..." Cally absent-mindedly clicks her tongue as she contemplates the menu, before setting it down in front of her and smiling. "Gonna go with chicken sandwich, I think. Can never have enough chicken."

She's already started playing footsie with Anders under the table (surprise).

Anders, for one, is definitely not surprised that Cally's already playing footsie with him under the table. He's tempted to go sit next to her, on the other side of the table, but last time that happened, the food got neglected.

"Sounds good to me. I think I want a shake, too. Vanilla, though -- saving the chocolate goodness for later." He winks at her as he sets down his menu.

The server comes over shortly afterward to take their orders.

"Okay, Mister Server Sir, Anders here will take a hamburger and the standard assortment of side dishes, and I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich, same deal. Oooh, and a really big vanilla shake, too, please. With two straws."

She turns and winks at Anders. "We can share it."

Anders props his chin up on his hands and grins at Cally across the table. "Of course we can share it. Taste better that way, probably."

Luckily, the shake arrives soon enough, and it really is really big.

"Oh, wow," Anders blurts out, staring at the huge pile of whipped cream up top. He almost feels bad about poking the straws into it, but it's the only way to actually drink it.

"Cheers, coach." He slides the glass to the center of the table and reaches across to hold Cally's hand, waiting for her to sample it with him.

Cally takes hold of Anders hand and lean in to get the straw in her mouth.

"Do this together, huh? On the count of three, or something?"

"Uh huh." He waggles his eyebrows at her comically over the glass and leans in, getting the straw into his mouth. Holding up his free hand, he counts up to three with his fingers and pulls at the straw. It takes some effort, since the shake is so thick, but is it ever worth it.

Now one could make crude jokes about Cally and suction, but that would require having a mind in the gutter. Instead, Cally merely utilizes her mouth to the best of her ability, and is rewarded with rich creamy goodness.

...okay, that sounds porntastic, but it's a bloody vanilla shake, for crisesakes.

"That's pretty good," she says, smacking her lips. "S'better shared, definitely."

There's something about playing footsie with Cally, holding her hand, and watching her work the milkshake straw at the same time that has Anders feeling a tad bit warm. He could totally make a comment about the things she can do with her mouth, but there's no way that's happening in public.

Instead, he tries to cool down by applying a bit of creative suction ~~which is totally not the same kind of creative suction from the other night~~ to the straw for another mouthful of vanilla shake. This does not actually help get his mind out of the slightly graphic ~~OMGdirty~~ place where it is.

Luckily, he's saved by the food arriving.

"Oooh, sammich time." Cally squeeze Anders' hand before letting go, and removing her silverware from their napkin sheath, and placing the napkin on her lap like a proper person.

Anders smiles and keeps playing footsie under the table as he digs into his fries. He picks the onions out of his burger carefully and douses it in a generous helping of ketchup, but he doesn't start eating the burger until his fries are all polished off -- though he does feed about half of them to Cally.

Cally, not having a stomach the size of Texas, and fries of her own, also engages in the time-honored tradition of feeding french fries to Anders before beginning to eat her chicken sandwich. It is a good chicken sandwich. The chicken which sacrificied its life for Cally's meal can atleast enjoy itself in chicken afterlife knowing that he was quite tasty ~~and chickens taste of human~~.

"Mmmm. This is good too. How's the burger?"

Anders takes a bite of his burger, and revels in the explosion of flavor yielded by the hot, juicy chunk of meat in his mouth. ~~So very OMGdirty I don't even know where to begin, I know.~~ He chews slowly, rolling the morsels around in his mouth with an expression that can only be described as blissful, before swallowing.

"Whoa. Frak. That's amazing."

"Huh. Maybe we should come here more often." ~~Do I need to even mention the OMGDIRTY?~~

Cally takes another bite of her sammich and smiles, and begins playing footsie with Anders, just cause her mouth is having fun doesn't mean the rest of her has to be all sad an bored.

"We should come here more often," he agrees ~~totally meaning it in the OMGDIRTY way too~~.

He's definitely playing naughty footsie by the time he finishes his burger.

When the server stops by with the check, Cally pays with a generous tip.

"Still got some of the shake to finish, though, unless you're full." She leans in and fishes the straw into her mouth with her tongue, and looks up at Anders.

"Nope, I've definitely got room left." Anders can't help staring at Cally's tongue before he leans forward and gets his own straw into his mouth; he's still staring at it by the time they finish off the last of the shake.

Cally takes hold of Anders' hand after the finish the shake, smiling.

"So, that's non-muffiny food taken care of... what else were we gonna get done today?"

"Um . . ." He scratches his nose and thinks about it for a little while. "I hadn't thought that far. We could go home and get some of your stuff put away, or work on that Lego Viper, or go through the pieces you've got of the real one."

Squeezing her hand and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, he adds with a slightly naughty grin, "Or we could finish off the weekend being as lazy as we spent most of it being."

"Hmmmm, I think some putting stuff away, and then laziness sounds like a good plan. A little bit more productivity can't hurt too much."

"Yeah." Anders takes one last pull at the straw, noisily, in an attempt to get every last bit of milkshake that he can. "May as well do it while we're motivated, huh?"

He gets to his feet and helps Cally up, then wraps his arm around her shoulders. "Lead the way, coach."

"Leading the way (http://www.livejournal.com/users/sogothcally/14200.html), champ."

Luke's Diner

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