How disappointing. How could he have forgotten about the delicious, mouth watering, tongue-pleasing gold that the spicy-chicken sandwich was? How could he have mistaken Macdonald's for Wendy's? How very annoying. Worse, disgusting. His digruntled disposition was a bit more apparent, helped along by his before-lunch drink. He'd roll his eyes and put his hands in his pockets as he stepped up to the counter. The preppy, zit-faced teenage girl that stood at the counter with that paid-off smile wouldn't be able to cheer him up no matter how many extra oil-soaked fries she dumped on his tray. He could feel himself becoming a bit more displeased with every second he stared at the menu.

'-Your order, sir?' She hummed.

Keith's eyes drooped, sliding down to meet her puckered cheeks and glowing smile. Normally he would have opened a regular conversation by now. He could remember the days when he would talk to girls and float off into countless daydreams of how his life would go if he were to have a relationship with the girl in question, he'd imagine their wedding day, how he would raise their children and how he would grow old and treat their grandchildren. He'd go through a daydream with any girl that peaked the slightest interest in him, or he in them.

Unable to escape his frustration -which he really couldn't understand.It was so unlike him to just get angry about something so trivial- He shook his hair loose of the sweat that matted his brow, running a finger across his forhead to insure it didn't go into his eyes. Apparent irritation showing in his blood-shot gaze, he spoke.

'I guess since you guys out-right suck at chicken sandwiches, I'll take a double. And please, hold the crap. No ice in my Dr. Pepper, plenty of ketchup and BBQ sauce with my fries. Can you handle that?'

Keith could feel his mother's fiery palm against his cheek. What had gotten into him? What was different about today that he'd act so rude? He'd been drinking for months now, that couldn't have been the issue. Perhaps an aura? A scent in the air? What was fueling this feeling of detest and disgust?

Keith turned away as the girl scoffed her smile away and turned to shout at the cook. Looking around the building Keith searched for the sore-thumb that would stick out among the happy inhabitants of West-River. The high-school students chattered and gossiped merrily, snuggled together in huddles of factual devisions, neatly assorted into each booth.
Among the cheery, incoherent noise that filled the restaurant, Keith pin-pointed a gloomy feeling that originated at a table that seated three -plus the three that stood over the table. A hefty guy, a small girl, and Mark Sade. Keith hadn't the slightest clue who the men were, the girl was new in town, and David was a mystery.

Keith wouldn't break his stare from the group as he turned his body to reach for the sound of a tray clattering against the counter, the cold eyes of the clerk on his neck. Dropping ten bucks on the counter and gliding over to his table -which sat at a perfect distance from the group, that he could hear everything and have plausible reason for facing their direction- Keith took a seat and unwrapped the burger, enjoying the grease-bag while he waited for someone to speak so he could gauge how much he could hear from where he was.


...Peddling drugs to wealthy children who's parents trust them far too much for their own good....

Interesting. Drugs? Very interesting. Keith had gotten lucky. This small group of people seemed like they'd be worth a bit of eavesdropping to get a chuckle or two. Looks like even the quiet town of West-River had its dark side.

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