The girls piled out of the car, repositioning their new clothing to cope with their standing positions. Laura eagerly waddled up the front doors of the bar, when she stopped short. Laura felt Rahne's chest briefly press against her back as she almost bumped into her. Laura balled her hands into fists. "Closed, owners on vacation for the weekend?!" Kitty could hear the loud growls emanating from Laura stomach....and Laura herself. "Woah, Laura, bad idea!" X-23 had released her claws, and was clearly making to tear the front doors of the bar open to gain entry. Kitty sunk her hand into Laura's soft forearm just in time. Laura wheeled to look at her friend. "Are you suggesting we go to bed hungry tonight?" Kitty smiled and puffed a little belch into her friend's scowl. "No way, I'm starving." Kitty sauntered through her friend and continued to phase through the front door of the bar. She then simply undid the lock from the inside. "...Oh." Laura mumbled, kicking herself for her obvious oversight.

Laura went straight for the beer tap. After setting up a few stools, Laura positioned herself under one of the taps (her belly was being stabbed by other taps because it bulged out so much, but oh well!) and depressed the lever. Laura's eyes almost rolled up into her head with pleasure; a constant stream of delicious, calorie-laden beer, never stopping unless she wanted!

Meanwhile, Rhane had fired up the fat frier. She indulged in a long, drawn out fart as she began to smell the chicken and ribs beginning to fry. Rahne glanced at Kitty, hoping she didn't gross her friend out. Kitty gave her a little nod of approval and licked her lips, also half-hypnotized by the smell of cooking meat. "I'll fire up the grill!" Kitty declared, figuring that just food from the frier wouldn't cut it. Rhane grinned, an animalistic hunger flashing in her eyes. "When the burgers and hot dogs are done grilling, throw 'em in the frier." Kitty's eyes widened as he imagined the taste, then darted to work.

Laura had swallowed about 8 liters of beer when she took her first break. Heaving herself off the stool, she felt the slightest buzz coupled with fierce gas. With no one around to judge her, the raven-haired beauty began letting out extremely throaty, deep belches that sounded like an air-horn going off inside a bullfrog. She contentedly peeked inside the kitchen to see her friends heaping dozens of hot dogs, chicken wings, ribs, and burgers onto multiple plates, occasionally grabbing one and stuffing their faces with it. Rhane had developed serious pit stains from working the frier, and Kitty's chin was literally dripping with oil from their unhealthy concoctions. "Hey, save some for me!" Laura exclaimed, startling the girls with another belch. As the girls tore into their meal, they began to tire of just fried meat. "Fried Oreo time!" Kitty cheered, and poured sleeve after sleeve into the fat frier, which was at this point positively shining with fatty residue.

Washed down with generous amounts of beer, the feast went quickly, and the final course of double-fried foods seemed to go the fastest. By the end, all three girls were unabashedly flatulent, unable to keep even the slightest pretense of politeness. Laura rubbed her stomach contentedly. "Let's stop in for breakfast, we'll buy a few hundred eggs and like a sixty pounds of bacon, get the friar going again." Kitty and Rahne made sympathetic groans of hunger at the thought. Rhane perked up slightly. -Burrrap- "Laura, what are you looking at?" X-23 was staring at the fat frier. "Oooh....the grease is cooling...." like a girl possessed, she rose to her feet and stumbled towards the metal bin. Rhane gasped. "Laura, no way!" She had stuck her face into the cooling grease, and had begun to slurp up the basin.