starter status: open
location: jacob’s bbq
there’s no such thing as too much ketchup. well, at least not in rory’s very humble opinion. an on looker might have a very different opinion. she focuses on squeezing the remaining sauce from the half empty bottle intently -- just to make sure she didn’t spill any onto her new bright flowery sundress. there’s a mound of ketchup piled nearly as high as the hamburger beside it on her plate before tragedy strikes. empty. “oh fucking..” she huffs in irritation, shaking the bottle a little bit in an effort to shimmy down more sauce. she looks around the table before her for a new bottle. again, to no avail. “what kinda barbeque runs out of ketchup!” she complains to the person nearby her, hardly paying any attention to who she’s speaking to. rory just needed to mourn out loud. “you wouldn’t happen to have any ketchup on you, would you?”
