Best aunt ever, or what?
We hopped into her little luxury car and drove to a little pizzeria further into downtown, her Lexus leaning dangerously to one side as I clogged the passenger seat and then some. My last stop was at a Burger King about an hour ago, and since I was scraping the bottom of the barrel in my travel fund I couldn't exactly splurge on the triple Whoppers like I liked to. Needless to say, pizza sounded pretty good right about now. It didn't help that all the way over, Aunt Rhonda wouldn't shut up about how awesome this place was and how it was locally owned and how it was like some kind of "dive-bar-meets-Dominos." I was smacking my lips all the way over, my gut gurgling as loud as the engine.
We pulled up and parked (thank GOD we found a spot nearby, because she wanted to park down the street and walk the rest of the way) after about ten minutes of slow traffic. I heaved myself out of her shiny black car and slammed the door shut, already lumbering my way towards the entrance. I could smell the heavy aroma of cheese, sauce and deli meats and it was driving me wild. I paid no mind to the infinite amount of people on the sidewalk, or even the hipster I bumped into. All I could think about was pizza, and how much of it I could fit in my belly.
So my aunt and I got a booth and some chubby girl took our order.
"Hey Rhonda, good to see you." the waitress smiled at my aunt and I, "The usual, two slices and a Dr. Pepper?"
"Thanks Marianne, that sounds about right." my aunt smiled back, "And I'll be taking care of her too. Mel, do you need a minute to--"
"I'll have a large pepperoni with olives." I said greedily, my hands on my rumbling belly as it touched the lip of the table, "And a Coke. Refills are free, right?"
Okay, so yeah, in retrospect it might have been a little rude of me to get a whole pizza to myself. I probably should have asked if that was okay, considering my aunt offered to pay and all. But dammit I was hungry! Surely this was something she saw coming. I mean, come on.
"O-kay... one large pepperoni with olives and a Coke." the waitress chirped as she wrote the ticket and gave it to my aunt, "It'll be just a bit on your pizza, and I'll be right out with your drinks."
She walked away, leaving us alone.
"Jeez Mel, you really are starving." Aunt Rhonda snorted, "Don't hold back on my behalf or anything."
"Sorry." I said bashfully, "It's just... you know."
"Hey, no, I get it. I wouldn't offer if I didn't want you to get what you wanted." she got a couple of napkins ready, "Besides, it's your welcome party! You should get to indulge a little, right?"
"Did I ever tell you you're my favorite aunt?" I asked longingly from across the table, "Because if you're serious, I'll take you up on that offer right now. And I'll like... go buy you a trophy that says #1 Aunt on it, or something."
"I'm serious, go all out." my aunt laughed, "My treat, remember?"
I felt my stomach kick and a familiar tingle in my crotch. My stomach RSVP'd my aunt's invitation with a hungry growl. I resisted the urge to touch it, to feel its soft bloatedness between my chubby fingers. Just as the words left her lips, our waitress returned with our drinks.
"Hey, Marianne right?" I asked her as she put the glasses on the table, "Do you think maybe we could get some breadsticks or something?"
"Oh, sure." she nodded happily and scribbled something else down on the ticket, "Do you want the personal order or would you like to split--"
"We'll get the biggest size." I cut her off, already a little overstimulated, "And I'm gonna need to make that two pizzas."
Hey, Aunt Rhonda said she was paying and told me to go all out. It would be rude of me not to.
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