Somewhat similar to a three-word story, but seeing as everyone's writing a little more, it will hopefully make somewhat more sense and be less random.
Intentionally in this section, as it's not a roleplay, and should (eventually) be about desperation/wetting.
Standing in line at the McDonalds was never a very interesting experience, but doing it together was mildly more bearable than doing it alone, and the two girls who happened to find themselves in this rather unpleasant situation immediately found something to talk about to avoid the tiresome effort of waiting in silence. They weren't friends, not by a long shot: running into each other at parties once in a while, and vaguely remembering some anecdotes, but not to the point of knowing each others' names. The one ahead in line was a rather brunnette, while the one behind was a short redhead, both around twenty and both fairly good lucking.