Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
"I thought about it?" Brian admitted. "This was... way back, maybe eight years ago. I tried to stop, then I was like alright, just fish. I mean it. Then chicken and fish. Then chicken, turkey, and fish. You get where I'm going with this." He took a bite of his omelet, which had cheese, ham, and peppers in it. It seemed like just yesterday he woke up naked in the woods of New Jersey and realized he ate a deer. That was a rough day.
Embarrassingly, his first thought was, 'Shit. It's not even hunting season.'
Brian looked around the diner, at the people he knew and didn't know. "Hey... I got a question." The fork worked into a corner of the omelet. "Since you're wearing Halloween pants. Do you believe in werewolves? Or not just werewolves! Vampires. Bats. Wait bats are a bad example."