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“Like I was saying, big pharma is hiding the cure to diseases. Why after all this time is their no cure to cancer?! I’m trying to tell y’all man,” he raises his hands to either side of his head, “-Either way they have a profit incentive to lie to everyone!”
Silence hung heavy as they stood in the line to order at McDonald’s. OJ and Em shared a look before Em broke the silence, “Wouldn’t they make hella money off of a cure though? Why the hell would they hide that shit?”
Angel bit his lip, “Well I mean they make a fuck ton off of all those chemo rounds right? That’s gotta be more money over time than just a one time cure.”
OJ raises an eyebrow, “So then why wouldn’t they just make the cure long-term? Like injections over time that you gotta pay for or something.”
Angel smacks his lips and rubs the back of his neck, “But how would they do that- shit’s probably complicated as fuck, no?”
“Same way they made a cure to over 200 types of cancer, by your logic.” OJ shrugs.
Angel’s face drops and Emerald cackles, “Aye it’s all good Angel, you right about some things, sometimes.”
With a huff Angel is the first to step up to the cashier as it finally opens up. The siblings snicker and walk forward after him.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, what can i get for you?” All three of them could see the cashier’s deep eyebags and they must’ve been too obvious about looking at them because the cashier huffs and groans, “Don’t look at me like that as if y’all dont have deep ass eyebags too.”
“… you just pretty, nobody was thinking anything!” Em sheepishly grins as Angel nods rapidly and OJ looks off to the side, visibly cringing. The cashier stares blankly before smiling slightly and taking their order.
The trio goes to sit down at a table near a window. 15 minutes pass.
“Em. Why the hell would you order coffee at three in the morning?” Angel questions, swaying side to side in boredom.
“Same reason you ordered goddamn ice cream and yogurt! That doesn’t even count as a meal.” She responds, leaning on OJ’s shoulder as the latter dozes off.
“Stop talking so loud, you’re going to get us kicked out.” OJ slurs, tipping his cap down low to cover his eyes from the LED lights.
“You just trying to go to sleep. Man, Angel I told you he would fall asleep quickly!” She grumbles and rubs Oj’s back.
“Okay- in my defense i forgot he has such a tight sleep schedule. Not everyone does this every other day, i guess.”
Emerald rolls her eyes and is about to respond when a waiter comes up with their food and places everything down.
Once he grabs his food from the tray it was delivered on OJ sleepily unwraps his burger and takes the bun off, huffing once he sees 3 thin slices of pickles.
“Damn it.” He mutters, putting his burger down.
Em and Angel look up from their food, “You good?” Emerald asks.
“Yeah, they just put pickles in my burger.”
Emerald and Angel share a look, “Let’s go tell them to make you a new one then.” Angel says with a mouthful of ice cream. Em nods and looks up to see if a cashier is at the counter.
“That’s extra, its alright y’all.”
“Nah, how did they fuck up your order when we’re like— the only motherfuckers in here?” Em furrows her eyebrows and looks at Angel who nods in agreement.
“Okay, y’all are doing too much, I’ll just take out the-“
“Angel get up, lets get a free burger.”
“Y’all-“
“It’s alright OJ, soon you’ll enjoy a burger free from satan’s cucumber.” He grabs the burger and nods to Em, to which they both get up and walk away to the counter where a different cashier is standing idle.
OJ sighs and gets up to follow them, thoroughly embarrassed.
“Excuse me, sir, he asked for no pickles.” Em says.
The cashier quirks an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”
Angel steps forward and presents the sad looking burger with the soggy buns and three small pickles, “He asked for no pickles.”
OJ grimaces and avoids eye contact with the cashier.
The cashier grabs the burger and looks at it before looking back up at the trio.
“… Alright, McDonald’s apologizes for the mistake, here’s a coupon,” he reaches under the counter and hands Em a buy one-get-one free coupon for a Big Mac, ”-we’ll be back with a fixed burger shortly.”
The cashier wanders off to the back and OJ stares blankly at the two as they grin expectantly at him.
“That was not as worth it as y’all think it was.”
“Hey, you get a new burger and a coupon! That’s fire, man.” Angel proudly says while Emerald pats OJ’s shoulder, extremely smug.
“They probably just gon’ take out the pickles from the same burger, and the coupon only saves about one dollar.” He deadpans, staring at the two tiredly.
Their faces drop at the same time and OJ sighs. The cashier hands him the burger wrapped in new paper and smiles at all of them.