"No prob," Billy said, looking at the sandwich and smirking. "Looks like a good one, but I've got a couple double burgers in here. You can have one if you want." Which would mean that they'd both probably be occupying the bathroom later. Teddy would punch Billy for it because the blond probably wouldn't punch Scott.
The ketchup farted out of the bottle, Billy shaking it and then squeezing more out. It was strange to see Scott smile - but maybe fried potato sticks were the great equalizer. Seeing the money, Billy rolled his eyes and plucked a dollar up, pushing the rest back toward Scott. "I dunno where you think I went to get the fries, but they're not gold plated or anything. A buck covers 'em." He knew that if Billy'd refused all the money, Scott probably would have taken offense. Guys with egos - he'd been dealing with that all his life.