Quicklog: Darcy and Dylan Who: Dylan M and Darcy L Where: McDonalds Playplace - New York When: Recently - between the hours of 5 AM and 1030 AM ONLY BECAUSE MCDONALDS IS THE WORST WITH THE BREAKFAST HOURS. What: McGriddles, a thermos of bloody mary, and a playplace. What could go wrong? Warnings: What could go wrong?
[With school back in session, the playplace wasn't full of children, no - instead it was full of Darcy, Dylan, and a few college kids taking advantage of the wifi and being up early enough (or still up from the night before) to enjoy McDonald's Breakfast. Inside the restaurant was a bit more crowded, so the playplace was as good of a place as any to pick a table and meet up for some long overdue McGriddles.
Darcy was wearing dark blue jeans, a green tee shirt and a red cardigan that had seen some better days around the cuffs of the sleeves but she wasn't giving it up for anything. The trays were set, two McDonalds cups full of ice were in front of her and she pulled a thermos out of her purse and gave it a shake. With a quick look around she screwed off the lid and started pouring the thick red liquid into each of the cups. She had come prepared.] I didn't bring any olives on little toothpicks, I thought that might be taking it a bit too far. [She put the lid back on her cup and his and handed him a straw. No one would be wiser. She was clearly pleased with herself.]