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One sec ,” she runs up to the office. I zone out watching her ass swinging back and forth as she leans over the counter grabbing her check. Walking back, “I'm gona go cash this, I’ll see you in a little bit,” leaning down she wraps me in a hug.
    “Just hurry up and bring vodka.”
    “Psh, screw you and screw your vodka, I’m bringing whiskey and we are going to fight customers.”
    I burst out into semi-controlled laugher, “sounds like a plan.”
    Smiling she walks out the door.
    Turning back I see Mike my best friend and really my only friend for as long as I can remember heading towards me. “Hey man, Grace just leave?”
    “Ya, she just got her check.”
    “O, ok, hey come here I got to show you something.” I get up following him to the back past the grill to the break room. A tiny little place filled with more straws and cups than anything else. He stops smiling slightly, “O, wait I forgot something.”
    “It better be your bowl.” I tell him.
    “Just hold on a sec,” he replies disappearing and reappears in a second, smiling ear to ear.
    “What?” I ask looking down to see him holding a bottle of ranch sauce in his hands.
    “Don't you even think about it!”
    Quickly raising the bottle he shoots it all over my cloths and into my hair. I grab for the bottle witch just causes more ranch to spill onto me.
    “Dam it man you’re fucking up my regular clothes! ” I yell running around the corner, Mike racing after me I grab the ketchup bottle.
    “Wait, wait man I just washed these.”
    “Do you really expect me to not retaliate?” I ask.
    “Dude I’m dead serious man don't do it.”
    “Fuck you,” I reply and spray ketchup all over his shirt and face.
    “The hell man I told you I just washed my uniform!” He sprays me again.
    “At least it’s your uniform and not your regular clothes!” I retaliate again spraying his pants this time.
    “Fuck you,” he yells shoving me.
    “No man, fuck you!” I shout back pushing him into the large cups.
    “What in the hell is going on here,” we turn to see Mike’s mom, aka Jody aka boss lady. A short brunette woman in her late forties , with a slight beer gut and hands that are constantly holding a cigarette or covering her full flavored menthol coughs from them.
    “He sprayed my uniform and I just washed it,” Mike yells at her.
    “He started it! He sprayed me first,” I retort pushing him into the cups again.
    “Hey! Hey! Both of you stop it right now or you will be deck scrubbing for the rest of the night. Now Mike wipe that shit off your shirt and get your ass to the front there are customers. Will can you please clock in now, I’m tired my feet hurt and I need a god dam cigarette.”
    “O, fine,” I reply.
    “Thank ya sweetie, dishes are soaking whenever you wanna get to em.”
    “Ok,” I reply heading to the bathroom to change into my uniform. I pass the front register where Mike is helping two larger than life women starring hungrily at the menu (and I mean a solid 350 pounds).
    “Prick” he says under his voice. I just turn smiling and wave not breaking stride towards the bathroom.
     
    CHAPTER…
     
    It may seem like an odd friendship but Mike and I have been inseparable almost our entire lives. I swing the bathroom door open and walk in. We met in kindergarten and have been friends ever since. I still remember the day we started hanging out. We made a tank out of building blocks and played army.
    I don’t know why but I’ve been overly reminiscent lately. All my memories with Mike suddenly flood through my head. Sneaking cigarettes in the fifth grade from his mom and smoking them behind their trailer. Or the time we took a six pack from his mom and drank it behind the trailer. Huh, wow our entire friendship seems to be just sneaking things from his mom and doing them behind his trailer. Maybe not all of them but I must admit it seems like we did that a lot. I remember one afternoon his mom had just got home from the