Seb pulled out of the job site and drove down the street toward town. He and Mike chit chatted in the car while Seb's gut churned. Something was giving him a bit of gas but he tried to ignore it. The car would fill with stink each time he ripped one without a care. Even though Mike groaned and yelled at him, the two couldn't help but laugh. Finally they pulled up to the restaurant Seb had planned on going to. "La Casa". A Mexican restaurant with several large portions cooked like they're straight from a home kitchen.
"Seriously, Seb?" Mike asked, looking at the man. "You're gassy enough and you want Mexican?!"
Seb just shrugged with a grin and Mike got out of the car, rolling his eyes. As he shut the door Seb saw the bottle of pills roll out from under the seats. Maybe that's what gave him the gas? It sure did seem to affect his appetite so he decided that he should try it again just to see how much he could get out of Mike. He picked up the bottle and shook out a couple more pills, gulping them down with some of the water. The bottle had said not to take more than two a day but he'd never had side effects do anything to him before and he knew it was just some warning they put on it for lightweights. With a grunt he pushed himself out of the car with a quick, loud fart.
"Whoops," he chuckled, his gut growling.
He shut and locked the door and went inside the building. The dining room wasn't too full since it was still early but it held a fair amount of people. The hostess smiled at him as she got menus for him and Mike, leading them to a table at the far end of the room even though several other tables were still open. Seb carefully lowered his ass down onto the chair, the massive globes hanging off the sides and compressing the cushion down immensely.
"Why're we sitting all the way over here?" Mike asked, looking at Seb over his menu.
Seb chuckled deeply and pat the side of his gut, "I've been here before. You were in the car with me. That should let you know."
"I highly doubt just sticking you here does much to help everyone else," Mike joked.
"Eh, not my problem," Seb said as he looked down the list of food.
A waiter came by shortly and smiled, patting Seb on his wide back.
"Seb! Good to see you, man! You here to train or what?" asked a thin, 20-something young Mexican man with short, messy hair and a hint of a goatee growing in.
Seb looked up from his menu at the kid. His name was Freddy and he was attending the local college for hotel and restaurant management. Previously he had told Seb he wanted to start his own restaurant and wanted Seb to be there when he did. The kid had a lot of courage and even though he hadn't been given a chance to be promoted past waiter at the restaurant. Still, Seb knew he'd end up going far.
"Nah, just here to eat with my bud. He's paying."
"Shit, are you loaded, dude?" Freddy asked, laughing.
Mike rolled his eyes, "No, just stupid."
Seb grinned and started rattling off an order. 4 orders of tacos, 4 quesadillas with varying meats, 3 burritos, 2 orders of chili colorado, full sized sides on each meal, 3 bowls of chicken and rice soup, and a nice, tall soda. Mike on the other hand got a simple burrito and a soda. This just caused the blimp to snort in playful derision. The two continued to chat about work as they waited for the food but Seb couldn't stop rubbing his gut. It was rumbling with hunger and he knew he felt more gas swelling up. Something in those little pills sure was strong and he wasn't sure if taking 3 was such a good idea. If he got sick, he got sick though. No sense in worrying about what ifs.
Then the food started coming out.
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