233 New beginnings, changing times, and culinary crimes (2/2)

He was dating multiple beautiful girls, developed his body, and even got a job at a great company. This pace of development, somehow made Beluga feel a bit uneasy. It forced him to compare his own life to Ben's, and realize that in many areas, he'd have to admit he was lacking...

A few moments later though, Beluga smiled and shook his head. 'What am I thinking about? I don't need all those things. A real player can get women with game only. Everything else is a waste of time.'

Then, he placed his coffee down as his face became serious. 'I need to be careful. I almost slipped up there…' Exhaling, he closed his eyes and repeated something in his head several times. 'Never doubt the sect. The scriptures are correct. Never doubt the sect. The scriptures are correct...'

At that moment, a waiter approached their table. ”You ready to order food now boys?

Hearing this, Antonio's face lit up as he hurried to go first. ”Let me get some bacon with peanut butter on the side…”

The waiter's eye twitched but he wrote it down.

Antonio continued. ”Oh, and you got cereal? Froot Loops? Yea, let me some get some pancakes, covered in Froot Loops…”

”What the hell are you ordering?” Ben couldn't listen anymore. It was worse than ordering lobster at a diner…

Beluga also frowned in disapproval.

”What? It's my food! Mind your business!”

Ben sneered. ”You're right. I forgot...you need the energy. After all, you seemed real 'tired' last night…”

Gritting his teeth, Antonio slapped the table. ”I told you! It's not that I finished fastest! I held her mouth closed cause the moans were hurtin' my ears! I put her in silent mode!”

…

Ben cringed. ”Oh, so that wasn't you who yelled 'Fittin' to cum?'”

…

”I always yell that!” Antonio was doubling-down…

Soon, they were tugging on each other's shirts, forcing Beluga to get their attention with a dramatic gesture. He lifted a knife above his head, and stabbed it into the counter!

*Snap* Or he tried to but it broke because it was plastic.

...

Meanwhile, the waiter watched all this with a dead face. 'F*ckin kill me now...'

He closed his eyes and dreamed of oblivion...

'If my acting career doesn't take off soon…' The waiter opened his eyes and stared at the broken plastic knife, thinking it would look great lodged in his brain…

Anything to get away from these three...

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*Author's Note: Charlotte? Bet you didn't see that coming again. Fooled you twice…