Feed the Need, baby.

[badjuju42]

"Fuuuuuuck this." Banks pushed the stack of files in front of him away, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Sitting forward, he had to adjust slightly as the vest, his constant companion and accessory for the next six months, dug into his gut. The prod to it made it rumble, reminding him he was a half hour past his lunch.

Which meant, it was yo queiro Taco Bell time, my man. Pushing back from the desk, he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, swinging it on and looking around the squad room. Question was, could he make it out without anyone noticing?

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[thatsthejob]

"Yeah so food for everyone back at the station." Jason figured a few tacos the good stuff he'd eat at the restaurant before heading back.

[badjuju42]

"Sounds like. Let's get something with those death peppers for Alvarez. I want to see if he'll breathe fire and get rid of that bad porn stache."

[thatsthejob]

"Okay you are on." He grinned a bit as he pictured Alvarez choking. "We'll forget getting him a drink too."

[badjuju42]

"Hey, we ordered one. They just must have forgotten to put it in." Banks grinned, picturing it himself. Oh, it would be glorious.

[thatsthejob]

"That's our story and we stick to it." He smirked, oh yes this would be fun.

[badjuju42]

"Amen. Now, Taco time..."