WHO: Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: A roadside diner somewhere in Iowa SUMMARY: Greasy food and 21st century annoyances WARNINGS: None to start. Maybe some swearing?
There was nothing like taking a road trip with your best friend, Jim thought, as he emerged from the dingy bathroom in the back corner of this roadside diner he and Bones had stopped at just across the Iowa border. They were both hungry, and Jim pulled over into the parking lot of the first place he saw that wasn't fast food. "Might as well sit down and enjoy our meal," he had said as they walked in. Once seated, Jim headed off to the bathroom and now was sliding into the side of the booth opposite Bones. "Anything look good?" he asked as he picked up the laminated menu, which was a little sticky, and glanced over it. Nothing looked good, really. Yet everything looked good, at the same time.
"What do you suppose the chef special is?" he asked, poking at one of the menu items that was punctuated with an oversized exclamation point. "No, wait, I'm definitely getting the chocolate chip pancakes. Who cares if it isn't even time for breakfast, right?" Jim grinned across the table at Bones. He had a feeling he knew everything the good doctor was going to say before it opened his mouth to say any of it.