#I made Bess eat everything on that menu thrice

[drewlyyours]

“I guess I’ll have more ice cream…”

Bess groans as she slowly consumes another bowl of bacon blast, sitting down to resume her position next to her subject of interest.

Neither Bess Marvin nor Deirdre Shannon have moved in the last eight hours. Both ignorant of the other’s motivations.

Deirdre watched her test subject return from the Scoop counter yet again. She stares down at her pen, horrified, as she adds yet another tally mark to her piece of paper and whispers…

“Seventy-eight.”