Eternal Malediction
The air smelt of fryer oil, pure soda syrup, and sticky sweat.
They took a booth near the back, a little cracked and sticky, but far enough from the noise. The red leather cushions wheezed as they dropped onto the seats and budged into place.
Kieran sat on the inside, arms crossed, scanning the laminated menu like it held wisdom.
Brock, who was near the window, leaned against the cold window, eyes glazed.
Tanaka was already listing his combo out loud to no one in particular: “Burger, double patty, spicy fries, banana milkshake and no cherry." If they put a cherry on it, I swear –"
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