'Fuck it, we've got nothing to lose, we're stuck on this god damn island.' Kieran strutted over to the cash register. He found a key in one of the drawers behind the counter, and opened up the register.
Nothing.
'Oh, fuckin' wankers emptied it,' he shouted, then covered his mouth. 'Sorry for my bad language. It's empty.'
“It’s fine.” Jake shrugged, “And yeah, I noticed when you looked at it and yelled.”
Kieran slammed the register shut. 'Aye, you collected anything? I'll help, too.'
"I… relatively." Jake said, "Some help would be nice."
He nodded and grabbed a backpack before heading over to Jake. 'You'll need stuff that's nutritious and delicious. I don't think we necessarily need stuff that lasts long, considering we're heading into the city, but we'll need a lot of water.' He grabbed four large bottles of water and handed them to Jake. 'You can start with putting these in the bag, we gotta stay hydrated.'
“Right.” Jake nodded, taking the bottles and putting them in the bag.
'And… maybe some bread? Everyone loves bread.'
Jake grabbed two loaves and put them in the bag, “I only like bread with certain spreading.”
'I can eat bread by itself, please don't judge me.'
“How can you eat something so.. bland but okay.” Jake said, trying not to judge Kieran.
'You're judging me!' laughed Kieran, making a fake sad face.
“Sorry…” Jake said, being as gullible as he was.
Kieran laughed loudly as he threw a packet of biscuits into his bag. 'I'm just kidding! Now, if we grab a couple more things I think we'll be okay.'
“Oh, okie!” Jake said, then he looked around.
'Maybe some Lucozade, in case we need energy.'
“Luco wha?” Jake blinked.
'You… you don't know… what a Lucozade is?' He scanned the fridges, trying to find a Lucozade. There was nothing that really looked like Lucozade, apart from something that looked like a rip-off of it called Gatorade. 'You fucking Americans… don't have Lucozade? The most glorious drink other than tea or Tesco value chocolate-infused ice coffee?'
“… no…?” Jake answered embarrassedly.
'I cannot believe. What even is Gatorade? Some juice shit?' he stared frustratedly at the Gatorade in the fridge. 'Sorry, I'm sounding like a frustrated middle-aged British man. But seriously… mad.'
“Gatorade is an energy drink…”
'Oh… so I'm guessing it'll be like Lucozade?' Kieran asked to no one in particular, picking up two bottles. 'Sorry about my rant. I just didn't know that American's didn't have Lucozade. Well, at least now we know for sure we're somewhere in America.'
“We could be in Canada.” Jake shrugged, walking next to Kieran.
(He walked next to Kieran???)
(I can’t English right now. ._. aHHHHHHHH QAQ)
'Oooh! I've always wanted to go to Canada as well… that's exciting!'
“Okay so we’re not in England because we don’t have.. Luco something. That leaves hundreds of other countries we could be on.”
'I would like to be in Sweden.'
“Why? Is Sweden nice? Cold? Happy?”
'I've never been, but apparently, most people are nice there. It seems like an interesting place.'
“Oh.” Jake blinked, then grinned, “Well if we aren’t in Sweden I guess that’s another place we’re gonna visit after we get out of here.”
'Jake and Kieran–World Tour!' announced Kieran, jumping up and throwing a bottle of Gatorade into the air. He only just caught it as it fell back down.
“Yay!” Jake grinned, “But I won’t toss something in the air because I don’t have the skills to catch it.”