Jack Peter led them over to his old little truck that's one of the kinds that you need to lift the seats to get to the back seat, he unlocked it "Have fun deciding whose in the back" as he lowered the seat so people can get to the back
“Oh no, I’m getting shot gun. I need the leg room,” Cyrus piped up, leaning against the side door.
"Heck no!" Felix pushed past Cyrus, heading to the front seat.
Shade entered the parking lot of the restaurant, "We're here, everyone out!"
Cyrus snatched Felix up by the back of his shirt, scooting him aside. “Not so fast, boy,” he said with a laugh, yanking the door open and sitting on the edge of the seat. “I barely fit in this car as it is!”
Ivy saw the other girls arrive and waved.
"Were going to be late guys" He laughed at their arguing
She hopped off and pushed open the doors. “Hi, table for /insert number/ please.”
Felix pushed Cyrus off, "My Babushka will curse you!"
Shade followed Teresa into the restaurant.
"Oh just get in the damn car"
"Hi, guys!" Ivy shouted, running over to the girls.
Cyrus shoved Felix aside with his shoe, quickly buckling into the seat. “Oh god, I’m terrified. Come on, man, everyone is starving. Don’t want to leave the ladies waiting!”
“Hey, Ivy!” She waved.
"Hey Ivy!" Shade waved at her, "Glad you could join us!"
"I hope they have Raindrop Cake," Ivy said, mainly to herself.
Felix laughed and headed to the back, his voice, thick with a Russian accent ringing throughout the car, "I'm not kidding, my Babushka's a witch."
//brb
Jack Peter hopped into the drivers seat "Yeah yeah now where are we going" He said starting the truck
(Be back in a few hours)
“Tommy said it was some Japanese place, or something like that,” Cyrus said, pausing only to shake his head at Felix.
"Does anyone know the name?"
"C'mon little mal'chik-volf, you should be resting, no?" Felix said, leaning his head of blond hair onto the headrest in front of him.
“I think it’s called (Insert some sort of name here),” Cyrus said before turning his head to peer at Felix, though he frowned faintly, his form flickering in and out of his vision because of his still he was. “No, I’m starving.”
(brb II have to eat)