Chapter 165 Miles

• Agreeing to feed them was a mistake. I should have known that. We went to an all-you-can-eat buffet, and they never seemed to want to fucking stop! Even the staff looked disgusted at the amount of food they were eating. The staff had been far from impressed with the scruffiness of the clothes my new acquaintances had on, and the fact they looked like they had not washed in about a month… but I had given the waitress a tip to allow us to have a table, without question, and she allowed us a table, otherwise I believe we would have been declined entry into the place to begin with.
• And then as the meal went on, and they were returning time upon time to the buffet, I felt incredibly ashamed. So many eyes upon us… considering they said they rarely ate, you’d think their stomachs would have shrunk, and would limit their ability to eat so excessively, but no. These fuckers were eating anything and everything they physically could. If anything, they would be near emptying the entire buffet. And the dark glares from other visitors to the buffet were only confirmation of that. I could see the staff muttering to one another at the waiter's station, making me wonder if they were debating which one would come and tell us they could have no more.
• Well, I think I would be doing their job for them, because not only were they being greedy little fucks, they were holding me up in finding Bailey. “Right, I know I said we could get food, but I also need to go and find my mate, remember.” I snapped. “You want that money, you get your asses into gear, and we need to get moving. You have eaten enough to last you a fucking lifetime.”