Tad Parker || Jake Berenson (cageofduty) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-10 19:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | brandon ferris, tad parker |
Who: Brandon Ferris & Tad Parker
What: Revealing secrets
Where: A McDonald's in Portland, Oregon
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: References to violence, war experiences, and death at the least. Swearing for now.
Tad didn’t necessarily think that multi-million franchises were evil. That would have been too paranoid, even for him. However, thinking that they were being used for evil was another matter. He’d had no issues with McDonald’s or Burger King, or even Taco Bell before Jake came along - at least, not beyond some bad indigestion. Nothing really worth crusading for, even on Tad’s terms. But Jake had seen big things, commercial items used as a front before - McDonald’s in particular. Twitching every time he passed the golden arches wasn’t good for either of them.
‘Someone’s going to ask about it at one point. What do you want me to say? I lost a grandmother to some overdone fries?’ The only humor that ever got through to Jake was dry and Tad couldn’t blame him. The guy’d been through more then any should have. Most days, even Tad could barely bring himself to laugh at his best friend’s jokes. And even then, it was only because he strangely reminded him of Marco. Try a brother. A cousin. We wouldn’t have to lie.
However true, it didn’t change the problem. There was a McDonald’s just a few blocks away from Reed, which once upon a time was hit during late night hours for shakes and apple pies. They kept you awake for studying if little else. He’d begged off this year, minus a few stray meetings but...Tad nearly cringed as he passed. God, no.
“Detour before home. We’re going to prove that it’s not infested,” he muttered. Jake didn’t protest, even if there was a warning. The guy never tried to sway Tad’s opinion unless Tad begged him for some input. Not manly but too many issues otherwise. Still, he couldn’t help the tinge of politeness - Jake could have the warning. He deserved that much.
He slipped inside, forcing his expression into something semi-pleasant. The smell of grease and sour milk filled the air. Nothing too unusual. He got in the line, barely paying attention to the chatter about latest movie out and the “oh so hot” actor in it. Didn’t people have better things to deal with? He scanned the menu, before looking about the restaurant. Wary, waiting for a sign or suspicious behavior. Too much of an inherited habit, but he was thankful for it more often then not.