They both accompanied AC/DC lead singer while he screamed through the speakers, the bobs of their heads perfectly in sync. Two songs later, Bobby swerved the car to the nearest exit, and they drove leisurely along the outskirts of the metropolis.
Bobby turned the volume down. "Soooo...? What does the birthday boy feel like doing tonight?"
"I dunno, man," Lucas answered, a carefree smile plastered to his face. "Let's just drive, see where the road takes us."
"Well, if you don't wipe that smile off your face and give me some instructions, it's gonna end up taking us to Doila."
Lucas snickered. "Of course it is."
Doila was Bobby's favorite steakhouse, and his predictable contribution to most conversations revolving around food. And those that didn't.
"I thought you were on a diet."
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