"Alright baby, what've we got?" Pliskin said, putting his cigarette back in his mouth and looking at his options.
A cheese burger (courtesy of Burger King.)
Soup
Chile
and steak.
With the normal side orders that are always available.
"Damn. I guess Chile will do." Pliskin said, scooping up his Chile with a ladle. Once he had his serving he took a moment to reflect, smelling both, his cigarette, and the Chile that was bound to taste like paste.
"I wish I had some Nacho's." He muttered as he made his way to the closest table. Any minute, the others would show up. He produced a small device that looked like a tobacco container, but instead he took an ear piece out of it and put it in his right ear, he clicked a button and he bobbed his head to the beat of "No way" by Pearl Jam. He bought the "20-21st centuries' greatest hits" chip a long time ago, but hardly ever listened to it.
Then he produced a small comic book from his back pocket and started silently reading it as he dug in to his Chile.


