Nudging Tiffany, Doug added, “Soon he’ll be in your lap, giving you a blowjob instead of a ticket.”
“Stop it,” Tiffany said. She stole one of Mark’s French fries, dipped it in the ketchup on her burger’s wrapper, and stuck it in her mouth. “He’s getting pissy.”
“I am not.” Mark had had enough. Dropping the rest of his sandwich onto his tray, he started to rise. “You know, I don’t have to sit here and listen to you two pick on me. I’m sure you do a good enough job talking behind my back when I’m not around.”
Tiffany tugged at Mark’s sleeve. “Sit down,” she admonished. “We’re only teasing.”
“Yeah,” Doug said with a grin. “Sit back down and take it like a man. Tell us the story again.”