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follow Mel in her attempts to go from big, to bigger, to biggest!
This choice: Well, not too excitable- we're going to the greasy spoon diner.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

Greasing the Wheels with a Greasy Spoon Diner...

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There were a lot of places to choose from, almost none of which I would have disagreed to. Big chain restaurants like Longhorns or Olive Garden, some smaller stuff like Waffle House or maybe Corona's, I wouldn't even have been adverse to a night at Taco Bell or McDonalds honestly. I am fully aware that I eat a lot--a very lot--and sometimes that doesn't agree with people's wallets.

Which was why it surprised me when, out of every place in town, Alexis chose Patrick's.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Patrick's. My dad used to take me and Alice there when Mom wasn't watching and let us get all the unhealthy crap we wanted, a tradition he continued to do even after the divorce. Seriously, whenever he wanted to spite mom, he spoiled us. Which was, in a word, fantastic. And this was his idea of spoiling me; the greasiest spoon in town with prices that reflected the quality of the food with which you put into your body. I hadn't been here since I moved out, and honestly my mouth was already watering at the prospect of stuffing my face with those gi-fucking-gantic onion rings.

It was just kind of weird that out of all the places she chose to go to, she had to pick the one where me and my Dad used to go.

Soo... half a point for her on the good date scale?

"Well well, if it ain't Mel!" came the familiar voice of the owner, Patrick, as he came out to walk us to a table, "I haven't seen you in a minute, girl!"

"Hey Mr. Hines." I smiled warmly, a little weirded out that he was seeing me here on a date. With a girl. "Can we get a booth for two?"

"Well sure you can, sweetie, lemme just go wipe one down for ya." he smiled, grabbing two menus and heading off into the dining area, leaving Alexis and I alone.

"You know the owner?" Alexis sounded so pleased with the fact that me, a fat girl of extraordinary calibur, was on such good terms with the owner of a restaurant, "Is that how you got so... mmm...?"

"Maybe just a little." I winked, patting the side of my gut playfully as it wobbled beneath my top. Alexis squirmed a little, her smile getting wider...

What? So I was a flirt. Big deal, it was a date. Kind of. Maybe.

"Alright ladies, right this way!" Patrick called out, escorting us to a booth with enough wiggle room for a girl my size, "I'll be right back to take your order."
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