The Alpha King Call Boy
What Alexander returned with was a veritable feast.
There were four bacon cheeseburgers – I figured two for each of us – with heaps of grilled onions and all the fixings, huge and held together with steak knives speared down the center like skewers. There were also several baskets of fries, some covered in garlic, others with melted cheese. And three gigantic milkshakes, vanilla, strawberry and chocolate, all topped with whipped cream and candied cherries.
“This is next level,” I told him, awe-struck.
“If you’re going to be bad,” he said with a mischievous smile, “might as well go all in.”