9:58 PM
Yup I'm ordering Chinese. Fite me

~
M quietly glances at her circle of friends. Skye, Steven, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and Tony. Oh and her boyfriend L. "I'm hungry." Tony boredly states.

"Same" Steven raises his hands.

"I say we order Chinese." Natasha shifts herself on the couch.

"Good idea" Clint rubs his stomach.

"L can you call.. Pweez?" M begs.

"No I h8 talking to people." He crouches more.

"Tony?"

"Don't ask no."

"Clint?"

"Girl, I came here for food not phone calls from Asian peeps."

*sigh* "okay Natasha ask them."

Natasha shrugs, "no." He shakes her head.

Bruce was silent the whole time as he poured a cup of Pepsi.

"BRUCE NOW."

"Ask me again and I'm not Bruce anymore." He slouches on the couch, gurgling his soda.

M sighs. "Okay, whoever says not it first." A whole chorus of "not its" came from the living room. "Okay, who is the most beautiful?"

"Duh. You're looking at it" Tony points to his face.

"You call." M crosses her arms.

"WAIT LETS DO CHARADES!" Natasha yells.

~For a whole hour they played different games.~

"Okay Clint, you're calling." M sighed.

Clint rolled his eyes, picking up his phone and dialing the closest Chinese take out: Wok N Roll.

It was already 12:47 PM

"Hello?... Oh... " Clint shuts his phone off.

"ITS TOO LATE" Clint dramatically dies. "We were too late!"

Natasha sighs.

Bruce is already asleep on the couch, While Tony and Steven argue about some hockey team. "Where's L?" M asks.

"Probably in his room." Rogers spats.

The door bell rings, and everyone looks. Coming through the door was L and Skye with eight bags. They high five, and set the bags on the table. "Ooh Chinese dubstep!!" Skye squeals as she puts a disc in the radio. All the friends gather around, to share their Chinese food.

And oh dusk is coming soon
Get yo Chinese food
Find a way to get through,
Find where your heart is trueee
Ahhh ooo
Ya ya
Ching
Chong

Ahh food. -novas