Quinn slid inside from the curbside, all the way over to the far window to let Rachel have some room. When Rachel stepped in after him, he put his seatbelt on and addressed Pete, the Uber driver, grandly. "Pete, the Thursday Usual, please." He clapped his hands twice, commandingly in a very dramatic gesture.
Pete, the Uber driver, rolled his eyes at Quinn and laughed. This was their routine. Thursdays were sacred to each of them in different ways. Pete, who was still in college, did the majority of his driving on Thursday nights when other kids were out getting wasted. Quinn had always reserved Thursdays off from dancing and waiting tables. Rachel rarely had work, so several years ago Quinn and Rachel had decided that Thursdays would be the day for drunken dancing and high conversations about how to change the world. When all they had was each other, in some of the darkest parts of their lives, Quinn was convinced that Thursdays were the thing that helped him survive. Pete was now part of their tradition. He was a young guy who both Rachel and Quinn had bonded with from the very first ride. They all traded life advice and cheered each other in casual ways. Best of all, they had dance parties in the car together because Pete, the Uber driver had an amazing taste in music. Tonight, it was Migos.
Pete drove them to Venture and dropped them off in the queue after fighting with Quinn about how much of a tip he had given the kid. Pete smiled, took the money and drove off into the sunset, beeping twice at them as he left. "I could get that kid a job at the Pompeii in a fucking second if he let me," Quinn said mournfully, watching Pete drive off and join traffic. "He'd make so much more money with us. Plus I'd be able to look at his ass every night."