Re: sushi-time: adrian, patrick, lou
Patrick wasn't precisely late, but the dude was certainly not running early. By the time he arrived (in his usual attire), both Adrian and Lou were seated. This had not been deliberate, but he thought it was a good thing, man. He was extended fam, and they were blood. He thought they should have a few moments alone. If anyone needed some family that was solely on their side, it was his bro. Despite the questionable beginning to the year, Patrick was feeling all right, and it showed. This was a new year, and he was clinging to the possibility that things would improve for his bro as well.
The sushi place was not familiar, but Patrick liked sushi fine. It was not his favorite, but he had developed an appreciation for it when he returned from home and the lighter fare there. Burgers no longer appealed, and fish rolled in rice was closer to the type of food available in the post-apocalyptic future. Not that there was much consumable meat in the post-apocalyptic future. Animals had survived, but few were safe to eat for non-gnomes and trolls. Not that any of this was relevant, man, and Patrick had not been home in weeks.
He strode into the hipster establishment, and he neared the table in time to hear the discussion about fat. The dude pulled out a chair beside his bro, and he sat. "Man, you cannot get fat on sushi. Eat the entire menu and you will still be hungry in an hour. Hello, dudes." He took off his outermost layer and draped it behind himself on the chair. "Has someone ordered drinks?"