"Aye, true that," Dwight said with a nod. "And speaking of weird band names," he quipped as Miguel changed the station. "But one of the definite classics, no matter what century you are looking from."
Dwight let the song go almost to the end before giving the dial a twist, landing on another station and another song. "Ah yes, an example of a song that you absolutely love and have no idea why!"
"...Do you?" Miguel asked, a little skeptical. Not that it was bad, but he felt the need to follow that assertion with skepticism. Still, he let it play most of the way before trying again. "Oh, very funny," he told the radio.
"It has a special place," Dwight said with a slight laugh. "It's more the memories associated with the song than the song itself." He glanced at Miguel as his song started to play. Letting it go for a little bit he cracked his fingers with a somewhat dramatic flare and reached over and switched the station again. As the song started to play, Dwight stared at the radio for a moment and balked at it. "Are you serious right now?"
He gave an almost frightened laugh as he slowly turned and looked over at Miguel, the two staring at each other for a moment before Dwight reached out and hit the button turning the radio off.
"And on that note.... I think it's about time we stopped for lunch. What do you think?"
"I think we should do whatever necessary to escape that," Miguel agreed. He looked around at the buildings they were passing. "Empanadas, or stop somewhere here and save them for later?"
Dwight nodded in agreement. "I'd vote keep them for later in case we do end up out in the boonies tonight. Will make dinner plans a bit easier."
They drove for a moment as Dwight tried to get a feel for what might be in the area. "So, any preference? Quick easy fast food or something a little nicer? What are you in the mood for? Five years of military food essentially turned my stomach into rock, so I can handle just about anything."
"I can't really be poisoned, so I'm good for just about anything," Miguel quipped. "Not really in a mood to deal with a waiter or anything, so maybe fast food? Something better than Mooby's, though." Mooby's was awful.
Dwight looked over at Miguel. "That super healing ability of yours sure comes with some really nice perks!" Dwight drove on looking for a good place to stop for a quick bite. "Pizza and wings sound okay? There's a place up ahead that sells it by the slice and has wings ready to go by the bucket if you want."
"What can I say, I'm a marvel." Miguel smirked. "Sounds good. You like them hot?"
"Hotter the better. Though... Atomic Meltdown wings probably aren't a good idea when we still have a good bit of driving to do. That fire lasted for hours afterwards - last time I had wings that spicy my eyes wouldn't stop burning and watering for hours." Pulling off the road and into the parking lot, Dwight looked over at Miguel. "So, a bucket of hot wings and a couple slices of pizza?"
"Hot as you can get them," Miguel agreed, grinning now. "Make it two buckets, though? That 'super healing ability' of mine comes with a few downsides, too." He eyed the place. "You think they have root beer? I'd never had it till I got here, you know, but it's great."
"Pretty sure they do. Pepperoni pizza alright?" he asked as he started towards the small store's front window. "You can grab us a seat out here and I'll be back with the grub in a few minutes."
"Sure; sounds good." Miguel found a table and brushed a few crumbs off, then opened the heavy umbrella above it before sitting down. Just because he'd heal it, didn't mean sunburn was fun, and his glasses only did so much good. He looked around and saw a family with kids being noisy a few tables away, and a few teenagers hanging out by one of the patio rails, smoking. No, wait - vaping. Something his world hadn't ever developed.
It was, as promised, almost ridiculously normal for this time and place, from what Miguel had learned. Just so long as nobody tried to rob the place or a plane didn't crash into the middle of it.
Was it bad he was on edge waiting for something to happen? That was probably bad, right?
A few minutes later Dwight returned, carrying a large flat box with two large buckets and a cup holder expertly balanced on top. He walked over and set everything down on the table, the little jump Miguel gave as he walked up on him noticed, despite how little it actually was.
"Okay, bucket of extra spicy wings, old fashioned root beer, and I went ahead and got a whole pizza. Gives us something else to eat later on since pizza always tastes better a day or two later."
He watched Miguel for a moment as he sat down and started unloading everything and setting it all out.
"At least the weather's good today. Always prefer eating outside if I can. Don't do too good with crowds and enclosed spaces" he said with a slight grimace. "Very much prefer the outdoors. You gonna be okay?" he asked, pointing up to the clear skies overhead.
Hey, it was barely a twitch! Miguel shrugged. "Not much choice, is there? Yeah, I'll be fine. Bring on the greasy food!" He tugged one of the buckets closer and snagged a wing off the top. "Let's see what passes for spicy here."
He munched on it, then nodded. "Not bad. And not hot enough to melt your eyes, I don't think," he added, grinning at Dwight.
Dwight gave Miguel a smirk and grabbed the other bucket and grabbed a drummette and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully for a minute and then nodded with a smile. "Yeah pretty good. I give it seven stars compared to a lot of the other places you can get wings on demand."
Finishing it off, Dwight grabbed another one out of the bucket and took the plastic cover from his bucket and tossed the bone in it. And for the first time in... what months... more than a few months for sure... Dwight felt himself actually start to relax.
"Don't forget the pizza" he said, not really expecting Miguel to have forgotten. "Their pizza is pretty good too," he added, grabbing one of the paper plates and putting a slice on it.
"You've eaten here before?" Miguel asked, finishing one wing and starting another. "Are these a chain, or you've just come this way?" His napkin started blowing away, and he pinned it to the table with a talon. Eating outside had a few disadvantages, too.
Dwight flashed a quick thumbs up at Miguel for the quick save. "I've been in the area a few times a while back. There's a naval base about an hour or so south of here I went to a few times years ago before I finally enlisted. Went with the Army instead but the Navy had been my other option at the time."
Dwight paused to take a big swig of the root beer before continuing. "Anyways, yeah I used to stop here on my way to and from the base those few times I had been there. Last time was like ten years ago though, so I'm really glad to see the place is still here and still doing so well!"
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"Aye, true that," Dwight said with a nod. "And speaking of weird band names," he quipped as Miguel changed the station. "But one of the definite classics, no matter what century you are looking from."
Dwight let the song go almost to the end before giving the dial a twist, landing on another station and another song. "Ah yes, an example of a song that you absolutely love and have no idea why!"
"...Do you?" Miguel asked, a little skeptical. Not that it was bad, but he felt the need to follow that assertion with skepticism. Still, he let it play most of the way before trying again. "Oh, very funny," he told the radio.
"It has a special place," Dwight said with a slight laugh. "It's more the memories associated with the song than the song itself." He glanced at Miguel as his song started to play. Letting it go for a little bit he cracked his fingers with a somewhat dramatic flare and reached over and switched the station again. As the song started to play, Dwight stared at the radio for a moment and balked at it. "Are you serious right now?"
He gave an almost frightened laugh as he slowly turned and looked over at Miguel, the two staring at each other for a moment before Dwight reached out and hit the button turning the radio off.
"And on that note.... I think it's about time we stopped for lunch. What do you think?"
"I think we should do whatever necessary to escape that," Miguel agreed. He looked around at the buildings they were passing. "Empanadas, or stop somewhere here and save them for later?"
Dwight nodded in agreement. "I'd vote keep them for later in case we do end up out in the boonies tonight. Will make dinner plans a bit easier."
They drove for a moment as Dwight tried to get a feel for what might be in the area. "So, any preference? Quick easy fast food or something a little nicer? What are you in the mood for? Five years of military food essentially turned my stomach into rock, so I can handle just about anything."
"I can't really be poisoned, so I'm good for just about anything," Miguel quipped. "Not really in a mood to deal with a waiter or anything, so maybe fast food? Something better than Mooby's, though." Mooby's was awful.
Dwight looked over at Miguel. "That super healing ability of yours sure comes with some really nice perks!" Dwight drove on looking for a good place to stop for a quick bite. "Pizza and wings sound okay? There's a place up ahead that sells it by the slice and has wings ready to go by the bucket if you want."
"What can I say, I'm a marvel." Miguel smirked. "Sounds good. You like them hot?"
"Hotter the better. Though... Atomic Meltdown wings probably aren't a good idea when we still have a good bit of driving to do. That fire lasted for hours afterwards - last time I had wings that spicy my eyes wouldn't stop burning and watering for hours." Pulling off the road and into the parking lot, Dwight looked over at Miguel. "So, a bucket of hot wings and a couple slices of pizza?"
"Hot as you can get them," Miguel agreed, grinning now. "Make it two buckets, though? That 'super healing ability' of mine comes with a few downsides, too." He eyed the place. "You think they have root beer? I'd never had it till I got here, you know, but it's great."
"Pretty sure they do. Pepperoni pizza alright?" he asked as he started towards the small store's front window. "You can grab us a seat out here and I'll be back with the grub in a few minutes."
"Sure; sounds good." Miguel found a table and brushed a few crumbs off, then opened the heavy umbrella above it before sitting down. Just because he'd heal it, didn't mean sunburn was fun, and his glasses only did so much good. He looked around and saw a family with kids being noisy a few tables away, and a few teenagers hanging out by one of the patio rails, smoking. No, wait - vaping. Something his world hadn't ever developed.
It was, as promised, almost ridiculously normal for this time and place, from what Miguel had learned. Just so long as nobody tried to rob the place or a plane didn't crash into the middle of it.
Was it bad he was on edge waiting for something to happen? That was probably bad, right?
A few minutes later Dwight returned, carrying a large flat box with two large buckets and a cup holder expertly balanced on top. He walked over and set everything down on the table, the little jump Miguel gave as he walked up on him noticed, despite how little it actually was.
"Okay, bucket of extra spicy wings, old fashioned root beer, and I went ahead and got a whole pizza. Gives us something else to eat later on since pizza always tastes better a day or two later."
He watched Miguel for a moment as he sat down and started unloading everything and setting it all out.
"At least the weather's good today. Always prefer eating outside if I can. Don't do too good with crowds and enclosed spaces" he said with a slight grimace. "Very much prefer the outdoors. You gonna be okay?" he asked, pointing up to the clear skies overhead.
Hey, it was barely a twitch! Miguel shrugged. "Not much choice, is there? Yeah, I'll be fine. Bring on the greasy food!" He tugged one of the buckets closer and snagged a wing off the top. "Let's see what passes for spicy here."
He munched on it, then nodded. "Not bad. And not hot enough to melt your eyes, I don't think," he added, grinning at Dwight.
Dwight gave Miguel a smirk and grabbed the other bucket and grabbed a drummette and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully for a minute and then nodded with a smile. "Yeah pretty good. I give it seven stars compared to a lot of the other places you can get wings on demand."
Finishing it off, Dwight grabbed another one out of the bucket and took the plastic cover from his bucket and tossed the bone in it. And for the first time in... what months... more than a few months for sure... Dwight felt himself actually start to relax.
"Don't forget the pizza" he said, not really expecting Miguel to have forgotten. "Their pizza is pretty good too," he added, grabbing one of the paper plates and putting a slice on it.
"You've eaten here before?" Miguel asked, finishing one wing and starting another. "Are these a chain, or you've just come this way?" His napkin started blowing away, and he pinned it to the table with a talon. Eating outside had a few disadvantages, too.
Dwight flashed a quick thumbs up at Miguel for the quick save. "I've been in the area a few times a while back. There's a naval base about an hour or so south of here I went to a few times years ago before I finally enlisted. Went with the Army instead but the Navy had been my other option at the time."
Dwight paused to take a big swig of the root beer before continuing. "Anyways, yeah I used to stop here on my way to and from the base those few times I had been there. Last time was like ten years ago though, so I'm really glad to see the place is still here and still doing so well!"