Sky grumbled as she watched Lucile slide into a booth, sitting down and folding her arms over the table. She grabbed the salt and pepper shakes, then jostled them around as she pretended they were both a couple of people in order to pass time.
...I feel like I know her from somewhere... Sky said as she looked down at her note pad. For simplicity's sake, she filled out the order as, "One of everything."
While waiting for her food, Lucile noticed Sky hovering over her. Not that it was hard to do, given her massive fat body that almost looked too big for her to even be mobile. The one thing that drew Lucile's attention the most was the flawless, supple breasts Sky possessed, the tanned skin exposed enticingly, revealing the deep chasm of her cleavage. Lucile retained her poker face.
"Standing there trying to pressure me won't get you any tips either."
"Look I just...can I sit down?"
"If you can fit." Lucile mused in her deadpan voice.
Sky frowned, feeling sweat roll down her fat neck. It was true, fitting in there would be a hell of a squeeze. She decided to compensate instead, taking two stools, one to support each thick butt cheek, sitting atop them and making them groan.
"Sooo...how long you been working here...Sky..." Lucile said as she read the waitress's nametag aloud.
"Since I started High School. Oh and it's 'Skye' with an e at the end. There was a mix-up when these were made and they're printed on metal so correcting it would be thirty bucks out of my paycheck." Skye said with sarcasm-laden cheeriness.
"I see. ...Hey don't I know...wait you're Skye Haymeyer from Queen's Brook High right?"
How did she know-? Wait...
"...Lucile?" Skye questioned, cocking her fat face to the side.
"You've uh...heh, you've grown." Lucile said, a semblance of a smile forming on her face.
"...I took to eating when I found out the girl I like was straight. And a member of the baptist church."
"Shit happens." Lucile said with a shrug.
Same as ever. That usual powerful bluntness to her words was exactly like the Lucile she knew. She'd remembered seeing Lucile around when they were small children, but back there Lucile was dressed less in a punk ensemble and more like a Victorian doll. What was it called again? Gothic Lolita?
"S-so err...how's life been?" Skye was never one for asking particularly heavy questions. She tried to start off slow, take it step by step. She didn't want to make it seem like she was coming on too-
"$20 for a regular, $15 for oral." Lucile said with her eyes closed.
Skye almost fell off her stools at that comment.
"Wh-NO! I-I just wanted to make conversation!" Skye's puffy face was so red it looked like a ripe tomato, her dyed silver bangs falling over her eyes. Lucile just laughed, her trademark manic insane laughter that was less fitting for an audacious joke and more for when she starts punching a man's head in. Flustered at her attempt to try and pick Lucile up crash and burn so miserably, Skye got up, her fulsome rear jiggling, the rest of her form following suit, wobbling and waddling over to the kitchen area to pick up Lucile's first dishes.
Man...well...maybe if she's...like me, then I'll have a shot... Skye thought as she looked down, observing her full figure with pride.
Lucile clasped her hands together as she observed her first meal, ham and eggs with buttered toast and a stack of buttermilk pancakes with syrup piled on them and topped with a generous square of butter. Lucile tore into her meal rather impressively, the food likely tasting better due to her recent suicide attempt. Or...that's what she thought.
If food can taste this good, I should try to kill myself more often! Lucile thought gleefully.
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