Another Night at Carl’s
Warning: sexual innuendo
A/N: See below.

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Stepping into the brisk air of the night, she waves her father off, tugs her coat closer to her average size body, and walks to the entrance of the fast food place. She stops abruptly at the door, looks through the window, trying to find her friends but finding none. Sighing, she figures that she's early once again, and steps inside. Just to make sure, she investigates the area, and finds her two friends Chessie and Miranda in a booth on the opposite side of the place. Also with them, surprisingly, is the boy who she's been infatuated with for months; Kyle.

Trying to fight off her impending blush, Brianna places her purse next to Miranda, and mutters something about getting food. Just moments later, Brianna returns to the booth, with a large cup in her hand. She takes her seat next to Miranda, trying to act casually though her nerves were becoming frayed at the close proximity of her crush.

"That's all you're getting?" Brianna nods, and Chessie continues for Miranda, "What is it?"

"A vanilla milkshake," Brianna replies. She turns to greet Kyle but Chessie steals her attention by grabbing the milkshake out of her hand and taking a sip. Brianna starts pouting, and Chessie laughs.

"Why vanilla? Usually you buy chocolate," Miranda asks inquisitively.

Smiling, "I decided it'd be a good time for... change." And just as she expected, Chessie shivered at the statement, remembering their friend Leila's obsession with change on Sunday nights. Brianna takes her milkshake back from its thief and finally turns to Kyle, her smile widening. "Hey Kyle. Any particular reason why you're here tonight?" she asks, then pauses, "Not that I'm complaining."

Just as Kyle starts to speak, Chessie interrupts, "I invited him to come yesterday, and the sweetie actually came!" She ruffles his short dirty-blondish hair and he swats her hand away. Then Chessie bursts into song! ...No, I'm kidding. She bursts into a long, hilarious story about her dream the night before.

Brianna, having already heard about the dream earlier at their Playwriting class, tones her out mostly and begins to daydream about the boy sitting diagonal from her while looking like she's paying attention to Chessie. During her daydream, she is oblivious to what her body is doing. One hand is around the cup, and the other one is at the straw. Her thumb and index finger are cradling the straw, moving up and down occasionally.

Across from her, Kyle is listening intently to Chessie, but eventually gets tired of staring at her so he glances about the room. His eyes land on Brianna, and his eyes widen. Now, Kyle was a deprived boy at this time, because the last time he had any fantasies was... yesterday! The horror! So by this time his mind was very close friends with the gutter. And seeing Brianna seemingly act out... that... was enough to get him a little uncomfortable.

Brianna snaps out of her daydream, and ignorant of Kyle's stare, reaches down for a long sip of her vanilla milkshake. The sip seemed to go on... and on... Kyle starts to squirm.

She finally removes her lips from the straw, looks at Chessie, processes the state of her story, and returns to La-La land, and her previous activity continues.

Knowing that looking at Brianna any longer was not going to help matters, so Kyle locks his eyes on Miranda and stared. When she finally notices, she shoots Kyle a confused look and then refocuses her attention on Chessie. Sighing, Kyle turns his attention to the door, and watched people come in and out. But eventually, he gets bored, and he was intensely curious about what Brianna was doing now, so he turned to look at her and he gulps.

Brianna again has returned from her trip to outer space, and realizes that she was bored. So to amuse herself, she starts playing with her straw.

With her tongue.

For a few moments, Kyle stares intently at Brianna, mesmerized at the sensual act she didn't even know she was performing. Then, realizing what he was doing, he looks down and sees that a tent has been built into his pants. The rest of his blood supply heats up his face.

Chessie finishes her story, looks at Brianna, and gawks. "What the hell are you doing, Brianna?!"

She blinks, then smiles innocently. "I was just trying to amuse myself while you were going on and on...."

Chessie looks like she's about to ask something, but Miranda beats her to it. "How much of that milkshake do you have left?"

Brianna takes the top off, looks in, and puts it back on. "About 3/4 left, why?"

Chessie had an idea. Not a very good or creative one, mind you, but still an idea. She takes a quick glance at the crumpled dollar bill next to her, and grins. "I dare you a dollar to chug all of that,"

Brianna spends a moment to think about it, and decides why the hell not? She'd get a dollar. That meant 4 cookies. She grins wildly back at her friend, and says, "You're on." She puts her mouth to her straw and starts to suck deeply.

Kyle, meanwhile, is having immense difficulty willing his friend to settle down. He desperately tries to conjure up ugly or depressing images. Dead kittens, a bucket of ice water, cleaning up his dog's poop, Dean in a bikini --- okay, ewww ---

Brianna in a bikini. Niice.

While Kyle was mentally cursing himself, Chessie starts getting bored because of the long time its taking to chug down the milkshake. Frustrated, she says, "Dammit Bri, you're taking too long! Take the top off!"

The last comment spurns Kyle into action. He mutters something like 'excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom' and Chessie quickly tumbles out of the booth for him. Trying to hide his bulge, his other arm swings out and hits the cup, which at this point the top was off. Vanilla milkshake splatters all over Brianna's face as Kyle gets out of the booth and starts to saunter quickly away, when Chessie calls out to him. He turns around slowly, not showing all of his front, and glances at Brianna. The way the vanilla milkshake framed her face looks rather quite like....

He bolted.

Chessie shrugs and sits back down. Miranda hands Brianna a bundle of napkins, and she accepts gratefully. After cleaning up her face, she thinks back to what happened and confusion filters across her face.

"What's his problem?"

-FIN-

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A/N: The people in this are actually real people I know. This never happened in real life. (Trust me, if it had, I would’ve known exactly what I was doing; yes, Brianna is me if you couldn’t tell by my pen name)

If you're confused about the Dean thing, well, he's one of my youth leaders. I love him dearly but he is really hairy. ^^;;

I showed this to my friend Chessie and she suggested that I should write a ficlet to accompany this. It would convey what Brianna is daydreaming about. What do ya’ll think?

It would be very appreciated if you reviewed. Hint hint.