all we are is crust in the bin [open]

[liam brennan]

Pizza was a totally unhealthy, fat-filled, grease-covered excuse for food. Anyone with a scrap of health knowledge would realize that eating a slice (and eating a whole pizza besides!) was a bad idea.

Liam was not one of these health-conscious people. Besides generally not giving a damn about the health risks of delicious food, he was so twiggy he just figured it wouldn't matter how much fat and calories he ate anyway. It would probably be a good thing if he did pack on a few pounds! Then at least he wouldn't have chicken wings for arms and sticks for legs. Hell, five years ago he could encircle his waist with his hands.

So, when he'd discovered the cute, authentic Italian pizza joint he had been thrilled. There were a lot of great eating places in Coleridge, he'd found out, but nothing could top pizza, at least not for Li.

He went up to the counter of the place and smiled brightly. He was kind of an odd sight, as he'd put on a bit of mascara and lip gloss before heading out, so now he looked very androgynous. The man behind the counter didn't seem to know what to make of him, so Liam initiated the ordering process. "I'd like a large pepperoni and pineapple pizza, please. Oh! And with extra cheese, if that's cool."

The man behind the counter nodded, his mouth slightly ajar. He closed his mouth only to open it again and say, "It will be done in...maybe ten, fifteen minutes. You may find a table now, if you wish." Liam nodded, still smiling, and turned around swiftly to find himself a table. He chose a small one by a window, and looked out at the twilight. The sun would probably be setting soon, and he'd have to walk home in the dark, unless he took a bus. Li made a face at that idea. He hated buses, especially city buses. Sigh. He really should have ordered to go...