"Excellent, I think I can last fifteen minutes before I start eating your leg or some shit. At least I know you can't eat me, there's no meat on me," Parker said as she slapped her stomach through her t-shirt. "At least you ordered enough, I am sick of ordering food around people that act like you're a freak for eating seven big macs."
She leaned against Roxy, putting her sock feet up on the table, having shed her boots.
"We are going to need to rob a fucking bank to feed the two of us."