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"Whas this joint called again?" André asked, looking around.
"Some French shit," Clare responded with a shrug.
"Doc?" André asked.
"I don't speak French!" I shot back.
"You mean to tell me out of the five hundred languages you speak you don't speak fuckin French, useless." He mocked.
"Clare, get your idiot brother who only speaks English and even then he's no good at that." I said sarcastically.
Javier chuckled but stopped instantly when André shot him a look.
"how bout' we all just look at the menu." I heard from next to me as Clare rolled his eyes.
"Everything up here is like a damn mortgage." André chuckled as we all scanned the menu.
"I'm paying, don't worry about it." Clarence shrugged.
"Fuck you gettin this type of money from?" André questioned.
"Government pays well when you basically don't exist." Clare sighed.
"Get out of jail free card and they pay you, it doesn't even feel real."
"Yeah it sounds good on the surface, and I can't lie I'm lucky. But it ain't all it's cut out to be honestly, I'm not surprised some people actually choose jail over it." He explained.
We continued talking amongst ourselves until it was time to order. Because the place was so high quality and everything was made from scratch, the food would take a while.
"So, who wanna go first?" Clarence asked, looking around the table.
"Talk about life." He edged, but again silence, I genuinely felt like I had nothing to say, Javier was naturally quiet, and André only wanted to speak until it was time to do exactly that.
"Aight since y'all don't wanna talk, Jave you go first." He shrugged.
"Oh uh, I don't know, I guess since we're all here and in a good mood,now'd would be a good time to ask. I was wondering if I could hang out over Destins house tommorow?" He questioned nervously.
