Pizza Parker and the Honeyed Lemon
@senoritalonglegs
Work again. A long day turned into an even longer afternoon, and the last drive of the night turned out to be a fake address. Peter was beginning to regret his choice in occupation, due to all the pranksters that seemed to be keeping him from making any money. A man could only afford so much when photography wasn't picking up. There were no big things that seemed to happen around these parts.
Unfortunately for the Parker-Miyazaki household, this meant that pizza was for dinner quite often. Perhaps it saved money, or it didn't, but it meant they weren't going hungry any time soon. Some might think that pizza and soda every night would be horrible on the hips and thighs, but fortunately enough, they both seemed to have decent metabolisms.
Another night, and the vest that the pizza place had him dressed in was unbuttoned, his visor coming off as he walked through the door. "Lucy I'm home," He spoke tiredly, but still a joking statement. "A large pepperoni, and a large cheese with two 20oz Cokes to go along with them. We're eating good tonight." He called in almost sarcastically, with how often they had pizza. After going into the dining room of the small townhouse they managed to get, the male flopped down onto one of the dining chairs with an audible sigh.
"Sorry for always bringing pizza home," Peter spoke, obviously frustrated with his job. "But it happens way too often."
