musebysentence - 10.5: Food

[likely_evil]

I have always believed that to this day, my amazing table manners stem from the fact that I've always sat across the table from Dean my entire childhood and had to watch him eat.

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[the-impala-kid.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow*

Seriously, Sammy? You're just gonna throw me under the bus like that?

[likely_evil]

Dude, it's the truth. Eat with a mirror across from you one day and see what you've put me through for most of my life.

[the-impala-kid.livejournal.com]

Oh, whatever. *he rolls his eyes, shoves another handful of french fries into his gaping maw* Since when have we stood on formality during chow-time, man? You wanna start breakin out the linen napkins and the sixteen kinds of sissy-ass forks, be my guest. I'll be over here with the serious man-food while you're eatin, like, prawns and cucumber salad and shit.

[likely_evil]

More like talking with your mouth full and not looking like a chipmunk with his cheeks full of seeds. *eats a single fry*

[the-impala-kid.livejournal.com]

Again, dude -- whatever. *he has several french-fries in his grip, which bob and weave in the air like a jaunty line of can-can dancers as he gestures with them for emphasis* If you were, like, some chick that I was tryin to bang out, I'd go for the more delicate dinner-time sensibilities. Knife, fork -- hell, man, I might even put my napkin in my lap if we were at the finer type of sit-down establishment. But we're not -- this is a truck-stop diner, and you're not Miss September, you're my asshat baby-brother who's suddenly got some kind of repressed child-hood trauma over my eating habits.

*he chomps merrily into his fries*

So shut your fry-hole and eat your dinner like a man.

[likely_evil]

*rolls eyes* All my childhood traumas are related to you in some form or fashion. *there is a hint of a smirk there*

And you have ketchup on your nose.

[the-impala-kid.livejournal.com]

Dude, I'm a kick-ass big brother. You should pick a star and thank it every night that you were graced with someone as awesome as me to be your completely trauma-inducing free big brother. *raises an eyebrow, starting to smirk back*

No I don't.

[likely_evil]

Yes, I know your trauma inducing ass was free. I didn't get to choose.

And yeah, you totally do.

[the-impala-kid.livejournal.com]

*he stops, glares, and then slowly drags his bacon cheesburger through his ketchup*

There's nothin' on my face, dude, I'm not fallin for that.

[likely_evil]

*suffering sigh and picks up silver napkin dispenser and turns it so Dean can see his reflection with look, ketchup*

[fromheavencame.livejournal.com]

[likely_evil]

If I wasn't used to it by now, I'd swear I might lose my appetite.

[fromheavencame.livejournal.com]

I think that's how it is with me and my BFF. If I wasn't so used to being around him, I would be horrified by the effects of alcohol.

[likely_evil]

Good thing about Dean and alcohol usually means he's hitting on a girl and I don't have to worry about him until he comes back hung over in the morning.