The belch heard around the school!

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa cocked her brow at the question. Did she honestly look that old? Well, she laughed and kept driving. He was just really lucky Mischa wasn't the type to grab the gun that was under her seat and pop a cap in his ass... She met people like that.

It sucked.

"Har-har!" she turned a left and no cars were ahead of her and it was a straight stretch so she took a moment to look over at him to see what kind of expression he had from his cocky reply. "I'm Eighteen. Turning nineteen next month." she looked at the engagement ring and maybe that's what got him?? that and the fact she wasn't in school.

"Kay we're here."

She pulled it to a halt and unbuckled her seat belt.

(OOC: EPIC FAAAAIIIL)

[Figaro]

OOC: It's okay! I gave you little to work with.

"Only eighteen!?" I asked surprised. That probably wasn't the best response, but I definitely pegged her to be in her twenties. I unbuckled my seat belt since she had pulled into the driveway. I didn't know there was a Subway so close to the school, but the location makes sense. Before getting out of the door, I let out a drawn out sigh. "Hey, sorry I've been such an ass... I really appreciate what you're doing," I said, struggling on every word throughout the apology.

And when I just about thought that the coca cola had finally settled in, I found myself belching at this very opportune moment. After all, she wasn't going to get a heart filled monologue out of me! I didn't bother getting out of the car just yet though since this felt like it could be a strong bonding moment between us and what not.

[Mischa Badoer]

Should she be offended or flattered he thought she was old? Usually when someone looks old for their age at a young age they age well.... Well hopefully that is correct!

They got out of the car and he managed to let out a heart filled speech (barely) but then of course burped.

"Forgiven... It was only a matter of time I can get you to appreciate it... All it took was the stereotypical woman-gets-boy-sammitch-type deal-e-o."

She walked into the fast food place and could smell that smell. She was so sick of the smell of pizza for working at her joint, so this really hit the spot. That and hanging out with a boy whom she didn't feel threatened by. It got stressful dealing coke to tweaked out sons of bitches when they really want their fix..especially when they get violent. At least God created guns.

She approached the counter.

"One foot long veggie with double cheese...Two mini tuna subs and a six inch Chicken Bacon Ranch." while they were preparing it she grabbed two small chocolate milks, cranberry juice, and Frutopia. She would set them on the cash desk and wait for Figaro over there to order up his food and choose his drink. Though she did give the sandwich artist the list of condiments needed on each sandwich.

"All together?"

"Um yeah.. and what ever he's getting too..." she wasn't paying attention to what he ordered, but what ever it didn't matter she was going to buy it anyway. She grabbed her bag and set them on a table and taking out her veggie sub and leaving Kevala's sub and the Twins' subs in there as well.

When Figaro and her were united she would take a quick bite of her sub and when it was broken down a little better she would speak, ignoring the don't talk with your mouth full rule. "So what are your plans after school? Or are you not at that decision yet?" a part of her was always regretful to not being able to choose what she wanted to get into. One would say she had enough money to start at a new job...but she was too far into the mafia. That and its not like "Point Hope Correctional Facility" looked good on a transcript. She was a criminal and couldn't have a normal life. Blood was on her hands.

[Figaro]

I got out of the car, and walked into the store. Free food meant I could get whatever I wanted, and I was definitely going to go heavy spending! "Foot long meatball sub and a large coca cola," I stated, proudly putting emphasis on the word large. Usually, I got a small because of free refills, but not this time! Nope, it was free. He handed me a large cup, I grabbed a bag of Doritos, and then once the exchange of sandwiches was done - I went to go get the coca cola filled up.

Finally, I made my way to the table, juggling everything, and let it all pile up on my side. "I'm going to become the president of the United States," I answered in a serious manner as I took a seat down at the table. "How about you? You're in college, I take it? What are your plans?" I asked, while opening my bag of Doritos, it popped open, and a few Doritos fell out all over the place.

[Mischa Badoer]

He returned the question. Of course he would, since when has it ever failed? As he asked chips had been scattered amongst the table and Mischa grabbed a chip and popped it into her mouth not really caring if they were his. In all technicality she bought it.

"Um...Well, I'm just going to college out of boredom... I have a family business to keep up..." she wasn't lying; just walking around the truth. "But wow..President? Seems like an awfully random goal in life... A big history buff?" History was never her forte. It bored her really especially politics. It was never her thing. If anything she really didn't want to get into a conversation about history, but it was either that or still remaining on the topic of her business. It wasn't entirely legal so she couldn't just flaunt what she was.

She finished the six inch of her foot long then picked up the other half. The girl could easily put away food like no other...especially with a baby in her tummy sharing her food.

Darn babies!