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franchise shit?
    “You’re really comparing
those undercooked bits of meat in fatty sauce with proper food? Try a
restaurant in Europe, and you’ll taste real food.”
    Jamie pouted. “Oh yeah?
I like good, wholesome American food.”
    Domenico let out a
laugh. “Like what? Mac & cheese? Deep fried butter? Fucking s’mores?
‘Wholesome’ and ‘American’ don’t belong in the same sentence,” he said, leaning
back in the chair. “You’re probably the only nation in the world to ever get
chocolate wrong. What was this popular brand called? That shit tastes like
sweetened mud.”
    Zach put a hand over his
face, but Jamie almost got up from his chair. “We went to Europe with Neil! You
get half a portion and pay twice as much. What the fuck is up with that, huh?”
    Domenico frowned at him.
“Half of the typical plate around here is a normal portion. There’s no
reason to pig out during every single meal. And if you need to know, where I’m
from, portion sizes are quite satisfactory.”
    Jamie only got more
riled up, despite Neil trying to calm him down. “ Satisfactionary ? Maybe
if you have two! Not like here. You can get a steak, fries, soda, and dessert
for twenty bucks. Doesn’t that make you feel at home?”
    “Yeah, and eat your
whole daily calorie allowance in one sitting. Great finish of a good day,”
mocked Domenico, finishing his soup.
    “I’ve been eating like
this since childhood, and now I’m modeling for Abercrombie. Boom,
motherfucker!” Jamie actually got up and lifted his T-shirt, showing off his
abs.
    Domenico waited no
further and picked up that glove. He rose from his seat and pulled off the
giant T-shirt he was wearing, sending it across the room. “You’re pathetic.”
    Seth dragged his hands
down his face. “Really? Really ? Is this lunch, or the Mr. Peter’s
Apartment contest?”
    Domenico laughed. “Join
in, they have nothing on us,” he said, gesturing toward Neil, who drilled
little angry holes in Domenico’s chest, right next to the cigarette burn scars
from long ago. “What’s this fairy going to come up with? Here? Nothing but the
freshest beef from your local abattoir.” Domenico gestured down his body with a
small smile.
    The scowl on Seth’s face
turned into a dreamy smile as he looked up at Dom. “You remember…”
    Domenico patted his
shoulder. “Of course I do. I can taste the difference in the structure of the
meat--” He paused when a piece of smoked salmon hit him in the cheek.
    Neil picked up another
one and bit off a piece like a hungering savage. “ Abattoir ? What’s that?
A type of pizza? Maybe that’s the one that actually has something to chew on
instead of raw fucking ham!”
    Seth snorted. “There’s a
lot of raw fucking in Italy, I suppose.”
    “You want that? Go to a
fucking leather bar! It’s minutes away,” growled Neil.
    “That your scene?” Domenico
asked with a low laugh and nodded toward Jamie. “I bet he’s squealing like a
little piggy when you fuck him.”
    “Like in an abattoir ,”
Seth suggested with a smirk and cut off a piece of steak.
    Jamie’s face went pale.
“At least someone wants to fuck me. No one’s gonna touch you with that fucked-up
face of yours.”
    Domenico choked, his
lungs constricting as if he were drowning. He needed release. He needed air.
Without thinking, he picked up his empty plate and smashed it against the
stupid smile across the table. When Jamie fell back with the chair, the tension
lifted off Dom’s chest just enough so he could inhale.
    Neil screamed and went
to the floor after his husband. “Oh, my God! Jamie! Jamie, are you all right?”
he squealed in panic.
    “You fucking dick!”
Jamie yelled. “I think you broke my nose!”
    Seth gasped and hit
Dom’s stomach with his elbow. “What the fuck did you do?”
    Domenico stared at the
two worms across the table. Zach and Peter were already at the window, staring
at the commotion with their eyes wide open. “Justice,” he