RP?

"Let's go!" Lillian giggled and went with Reese.

"I got it."

*"

Texting Jordan: HEY. WE ARE MEETING AT IHOP. MEET US THERE? –LILLIAN

(yee, it's a him)

(Time jump to when we arrive at IHOP?)

Sam yanked their hand away. "Nope. No touching, remember?"

(sure)

(Sure)

Jordan got a text from his phone.

Yeh, no prob see you there in a bit

(idk what ihop looks like. anyone mind telling me?)

SEE YA Lillian texts back.

Reese, Sam, and Lillian stepped into IHOP. Reese stepped up to the person at the counter that seats the people (hostess I think). "Three people- maybe four soon- at a booth."

(Um… They are mostly all different.)

(okay. i'll just use my imagination)

(Most are like brown walls, lots of blue, brown furniture, etc.)

Jordan walked into IHOP, spotting his friends and walking over. "Hey," he said.

(and booths i guess lol)

"Hey!"

(Yup lol and tables.)

"Hey Jordan! Too bad Ash isn't here." Reese teased, lightly jabbing Jordan in the side and sneezing straight afterwards, sending flower petals everywhere. "Crap." Reese shuffled to the bathroom, leaving her friends to deal with whatever the hostess would say.

"Wow Reese. Thanks for leaving us with this mess," Lillian mumbles as the hostess walks up.

Jordan blushed a bit and tried to ignore that. "What's been up with Reese lately, is she okay?" He asked.

(Can I be the hostess?) The twenty-something lady's mouth fell wide open, her eyes large. "Wha- what?!"
"Shut your mouth before I fly in it," Sam snarked as they walked past. "And nope, you guys handle it,"

"Yeah. I think. Just sick."

(Oh shit this was a bit late sorry)

"Yeah ma'am. Just a bit of a… birthday celebration. We'll clean it up. I promise."

(it's good)

"I might have a friend that can help," Jordan offered.

"Guys I'm sorry about that." Reese said, walking over to Jordan and Lillian. "Where did Sam go? And did we get our table yet?"