Max was in the grill area. He was hot a bit sweaty a bit high. Not too much to be weird, but enough to be digging the cooking and the music and the heat. It was a busy day, more than usual. He was trying to be a bit healthier his rockstar didn't have sugar in it. It was warm by now. He always liked the feeling of the cold can, and he thought even colder liquid.
It reminded him of high school, he had a collection of energy drinks. Him and his friend, what was it, Nick used to try them all. They made money selling stuff for his dad. Just dropping things off on their bikes, collecting money. He remembers they would get so hot, then those drinks so cold. He loved how he felt, like he could deliver all day, and night. There was another time they planned to sneak out so they all drank a RedBull, his friend Sam was there too. Max tried to remember why they didn't go, maybe Sam threw up?
He still liked the taste lukewarm now though sipping it now. Had another flavor, more felt like hard work. Tasted like he was at work. It was nice, not like the party vibe, but more mature he thought. Like Dave, always so serious. He made a pouting face.
"I'm Dave, I'm sooooo serious."
He laughed taking a swig of the energy drink.
He shuffled the onions around steam flying up into the exhaust.
I wonder what Dave was like in high school? He thought.
He took another swig, and dinged the bell back to Linda.
"Orders here getting cold!"
Linda glared at him and snatched it from his hands.
It reminded him of high school, he had a collection of energy drinks. Him and his friend, what was it, Nick used to try them all. They made money selling stuff for his dad. Just dropping things off on their bikes, collecting money. He remembers they would get so hot, then those drinks so cold. He loved how he felt, like he could deliver all day, and night. There was another time they planned to sneak out so they all drank a RedBull, his friend Sam was there too. Max tried to remember why they didn't go, maybe Sam threw up?
He still liked the taste lukewarm now though sipping it now. Had another flavor, more felt like hard work. Tasted like he was at work. It was nice, not like the party vibe, but more mature he thought. Like Dave, always so serious. He made a pouting face.
"I'm Dave, I'm sooooo serious."
He laughed taking a swig of the energy drink.
He shuffled the onions around steam flying up into the exhaust.
I wonder what Dave was like in high school? He thought.
He took another swig, and dinged the bell back to Linda.
"Orders here getting cold!"
Linda glared at him and snatched it from his hands.
