Inhuman leaned back in the booth, sipping a root beer. He cautiously studied the room. Vanilla's drinking soda and eating fries, some Epics in the booths. A person slid into the booth. Inhuman reacted instantly, pulling out a knife from a sheath under the table. Inhuman's hand relaxed.
" You almost gave me a heart attack, Anaconda. " Inhuman commented.
" And you almost put cold steel in my face. " Anaconda joked. Both men smiled. Inhuman had met Anaconda over 5 years ago, back in Nashville. Celsius and Rewind had joined them after a brief stint in Corvallis.
That place sucked. So did Portland. Some weird lady had turned his knife into a pencil. And then called him a poophead.
"Celsius and Rewind are on their way, Inhuman." Inhuman did not respond to Anaconda's comment. He was staring at the man sitting near them. He was talking to a older man.
" Anaconda. " Inhuman whispered forcefully.
" What?"
" I think that is Savannah and Brighthead. " Inhuman said. " No way..." Anaconda whispered. Inhuman stood up. " What are you doing!" Anaconda said, as Inhuman walked right by Savannah's table. His fight was soon.