The money crinkled in his hands, until he decided to slip the bills into the arm rest compartment. Dorian wouldn't be able to refuse it then, right? What was with him not accepting any money at all? It was like some strange kind of date... The thought made Chance pale.

He hid his strange thoughts quickly behind a smile. "Beef please." He took his soda and took a careful sip. Sprite. That was a safe choice. "What are you drinking? It isn't pop?" Chance went out of his way to get Dorian's attention without poking the guy. It was true, that had to get annoying after a while.