Tour, Chapter 14
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i_am_tl_drTitle: BIG GAY POP PUNK INTERNATIONAL TOUR: chapter 14
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham, Preston Brooks, Max Parker, Olivia Maheu
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 700
Notes: I wrote this at Oxford Commas, which is why it's so short and so silly.
Day 10: 9/21/15: Bangor, no show
It was just after nine when they checked into the motel outside of Bangor and started arguing about dinner plans. “I’m fucking sick of veggie,” Preston said grumpily. “I know you like it best but you gotta bend sometimes, Liv.”
“Your options are veggie or cheese or some median point between them,” Olivia said firmly. “I know you want pepperoni but you know I can’t stand the smell of it.”
“We could get something besides pizza,” Max said. “Chinese or something.”
“Everything except pizza is too expensive,” Tyler Jordan said. “We could go find a pizza place and all get individual slices.”
“I really don’t want to leave,” Quentin whined from one of the double beds. “We’ve been in the van too long, I’m not getting back in it tonight.”
“Come on, guys,” Max said. “We have to compromise. Someone’s gotta give.”
“It’s not gonna be me,” Quentin said. “I categorically refuse to leave this room until we hit the road tomorrow. I don’t care what we eat, as long as it gets delivered.”
“Liar,” Tyler Jordan said. “You’re pickier than that.”
“I don’t even give a fuck at this point. Seriously. Give me something I can put sriracha on and I won’t complain about it tonight.”
“I’m completely open to it not being pizza,” Olivia said. “There’s got to be something else that’ll deliver that we can afford.”
“Well, this thing by the phone says our options are pizza, pizza, Chinese, Indian, or pizza,” Max said.
“I like Indian,” Olivia said.
“Indian is my actual favorite,” Quentin added.
“I can’t eat Indian,” Preston said. “For your sake. I’m being selfless by admitting this.”
“I think you’re going to get outvoted, Pres,” Tyler Jordan said. “Cause I’d shank someone for a samosa right now.”
“Aw, you’re picking up his violent tendencies. You two are clearly meant to be,” Max said. Quentin flipped him off but didn’t snap at him. Tyler Jordan snorted.
“Majority rule on Indian?” Everyone said ‘aye’ except Preston, who registered a very peevish ‘no’. “Come on, Pres, we’ll get something not spicy for you. You’ll be fine.”
“I’m just saying, you guys are bringing your own doom down on your heads if you make me eat Indian,” Preston said. “And I am not being made to sleep in the van tonight. I’ve earned better than that this past couple days.”
“We can line the tub with towels for you,” Quentin said, and Preston turned a betrayed look on him.
“Quentin. Dude. I thought we were friends.” Quentin shrugged, and Preston sighed. “Fine, find your own weed for the rest of the tour. Backstabber.”
“Look, why don’t we get Indian and pizza tonight instead of getting donuts tomorrow morning? Pizza for breakfast, Preston won’t fart us into oblivion, everyone wins.” Max looked around expectantly.
“Not pepperoni,” Olivia said.
“Fine, plain cheese! You dictator,” Preston whined. Olivia shrugged, willing to accept that title.
“Here’s the pizza menu,” Max said, handing it to Preston. “And here’s the Indian menu,” he said, handing that one to Olivia. “Alright, guys, what are we getting from the Indian place?”
“Samosas,” Tyler Jordan said. “At least ten samosas.”
“Four samosas,” Quentin said, “You always want to order more than you can eat. You know two is your limit, but I want one too.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” Tyler Jordan said, and Quentin raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Ugh, fine.”
“I want veggie korma,” Olivia said. “And the fourth samosa.”
“Then we’re getting six of them, cause I want one too,” Max said.
“I want super spicy tikka masala,” Quentin said. “Like six out of five.”
“Make it three out of five,” Tyler Jordan said. “Cause I’m gonna steal some of it.”
“Fine,” Quentin said. “And paneer naan.”
“I want garlic naan,” Olivia said.
“What happened to ‘too expensive’?” Tyler Jordan wondered out loud.
“We’ll live on PB&J for a couple days,” Max said. “Cause now I really want tandoori chicken.”
Max called to make the order once they hashed it out. Preston sat patiently by the door, waiting for long after the Indian had been delivered for his food to arrive, but the pizza never came.
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham, Preston Brooks, Max Parker, Olivia Maheu
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 700
Notes: I wrote this at Oxford Commas, which is why it's so short and so silly.
Day 10: 9/21/15: Bangor, no show
It was just after nine when they checked into the motel outside of Bangor and started arguing about dinner plans. “I’m fucking sick of veggie,” Preston said grumpily. “I know you like it best but you gotta bend sometimes, Liv.”
“Your options are veggie or cheese or some median point between them,” Olivia said firmly. “I know you want pepperoni but you know I can’t stand the smell of it.”
“We could get something besides pizza,” Max said. “Chinese or something.”
“Everything except pizza is too expensive,” Tyler Jordan said. “We could go find a pizza place and all get individual slices.”
“I really don’t want to leave,” Quentin whined from one of the double beds. “We’ve been in the van too long, I’m not getting back in it tonight.”
“Come on, guys,” Max said. “We have to compromise. Someone’s gotta give.”
“It’s not gonna be me,” Quentin said. “I categorically refuse to leave this room until we hit the road tomorrow. I don’t care what we eat, as long as it gets delivered.”
“Liar,” Tyler Jordan said. “You’re pickier than that.”
“I don’t even give a fuck at this point. Seriously. Give me something I can put sriracha on and I won’t complain about it tonight.”
“I’m completely open to it not being pizza,” Olivia said. “There’s got to be something else that’ll deliver that we can afford.”
“Well, this thing by the phone says our options are pizza, pizza, Chinese, Indian, or pizza,” Max said.
“I like Indian,” Olivia said.
“Indian is my actual favorite,” Quentin added.
“I can’t eat Indian,” Preston said. “For your sake. I’m being selfless by admitting this.”
“I think you’re going to get outvoted, Pres,” Tyler Jordan said. “Cause I’d shank someone for a samosa right now.”
“Aw, you’re picking up his violent tendencies. You two are clearly meant to be,” Max said. Quentin flipped him off but didn’t snap at him. Tyler Jordan snorted.
“Majority rule on Indian?” Everyone said ‘aye’ except Preston, who registered a very peevish ‘no’. “Come on, Pres, we’ll get something not spicy for you. You’ll be fine.”
“I’m just saying, you guys are bringing your own doom down on your heads if you make me eat Indian,” Preston said. “And I am not being made to sleep in the van tonight. I’ve earned better than that this past couple days.”
“We can line the tub with towels for you,” Quentin said, and Preston turned a betrayed look on him.
“Quentin. Dude. I thought we were friends.” Quentin shrugged, and Preston sighed. “Fine, find your own weed for the rest of the tour. Backstabber.”
“Look, why don’t we get Indian and pizza tonight instead of getting donuts tomorrow morning? Pizza for breakfast, Preston won’t fart us into oblivion, everyone wins.” Max looked around expectantly.
“Not pepperoni,” Olivia said.
“Fine, plain cheese! You dictator,” Preston whined. Olivia shrugged, willing to accept that title.
“Here’s the pizza menu,” Max said, handing it to Preston. “And here’s the Indian menu,” he said, handing that one to Olivia. “Alright, guys, what are we getting from the Indian place?”
“Samosas,” Tyler Jordan said. “At least ten samosas.”
“Four samosas,” Quentin said, “You always want to order more than you can eat. You know two is your limit, but I want one too.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” Tyler Jordan said, and Quentin raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Ugh, fine.”
“I want veggie korma,” Olivia said. “And the fourth samosa.”
“Then we’re getting six of them, cause I want one too,” Max said.
“I want super spicy tikka masala,” Quentin said. “Like six out of five.”
“Make it three out of five,” Tyler Jordan said. “Cause I’m gonna steal some of it.”
“Fine,” Quentin said. “And paneer naan.”
“I want garlic naan,” Olivia said.
“What happened to ‘too expensive’?” Tyler Jordan wondered out loud.
“We’ll live on PB&J for a couple days,” Max said. “Cause now I really want tandoori chicken.”
Max called to make the order once they hashed it out. Preston sat patiently by the door, waiting for long after the Indian had been delivered for his food to arrive, but the pizza never came.
