Does Angel Dusk go to the high tech restaurant for the food or just to flirt with the staff?
"You know a little bit of columns A and B. The foods good don't get me wrong and the convenience? Don't get me started! I didn't even have to walk in last time someone escorted me to a booth with my name on it! But the guys... I don't know what they're feeding them or where they find their servers but MAN!"
Angel huffed fanning his face as it grew flushed with visions of husky overweight ment crammed into tight retro diner waitress outfits carrying plates of deep fried slop and milkshakes thick enough to kill a man.
"Anyways let's just say I'm a BIG fan." Angel huffed trying to switch focus tl cramming more food into his gullet all the while a damn wet series of spurts sounded off from beneath his fat pad further soiling the sweat and gas stained slacks he tucked his belly into everyday.