Rave Off - Chicken & Waffles

The rave seemed longer when semi-sober. The after party was smaller, and by then, the sun was up. Chicken and waffles were everything Mathias said they would be.

The group relaxed coming down from their respective highs, chewing hungrily on what raving they were trying to sate.

Nikka was still a little spacey but the fried chicken was doing it for her. It was the best fried chicken ever. Like pierce the veil of space and time, tug on on the beard of Odin good. "Never have I ever had such amazing, perfect fried chicken. Ever."

Bishop chuckled, taking a bite of both, sweet waffle and greasy crunchy chicken. "Okay never imagine this being a thing."

"Trial and error man. This is the culmination of years of experience." Mathias said, mouth full.

Nike leaned a sleepy head on Bishop’s shoulder. “Mathias wouldn’t steer us wrong,” she promised.

Nikita was rubbing her temples, vivid shapes and colors still dancing in front of her eyes. “I don’t even know what it was, but it was amazing.”

"And now you are spoiled for life." Mathis said more than a little smug.

"How has this not yet made it to Cali!" Bishop said still hooked on the weird combo of food.

“I dunno…. But, here’s a great food truck idea for you,” Nike said.

"Need a cute name to go with it, raving waffles and chicken … I'll think about it. Because right now every idea is a brilliant idea." Bishop admitted.

"That is 100% the food talking." Mathias chuckled.

“The Breakfast Club,” Nike snickered. “We’ll give it a John Hughes vibe.”

Nikita, who was half sitting, half lying under the table, snorted. “Better than Alien. Chestburster is the last thing you want associated with your food truck.”

"I've seen worse … what was the one …" Mathias asked, " … Bellybuster or something I think there thing was pie and burgers. Good stuff."

"I should write these down … but chicken … " Bishop said, his priorities were clear.

“I’ll remember ‘em,” Nikita said lazily. “Sixteen Waffles, Uncle Cluck, Planes, Trains and Waffle House Trucks.”

"Are those real places or are you making it up as you go? If you are." Nikka put her drink down to golf clap.

Nikita swirled a hand in front of her forehead as if she was taking a fancy bow. “All John Hughes,” She said.

“Hell of a party Mathias,” Nike complemented. “Your sibs too.”

"It pays the bills." Mathis smirked. "You all need help getting home?"

“We’re good,” Nike said, looking at her siblings. “You all need help getting home?”

"Naw I got this. This is a normal weekend in the lives of the Skyes." Mathis snorted.

“Your welcome to come crash at the condo. Tonight - any night - you know we’ll make room.” She offered.

"I have to go make sure Serena went home, not to wherever her hobo friend is holed up - don’t ask,” Mathias said with a shake of his head. But some hang out time sounds great. Maybe a casual bbq later aye?" Mathias suggested.

“Done deal,” Nike said, poking at Bishop’s side. “Home time, ‘fore you nod off,” she told him. “Crash comes hard.”

"Duty first crash after. Don't get your ass arrested." Mathis said.

Nike slid Nikita’s arm around her shoulder. “Not a chance,” She said with a grin to Mathias.