Ordering Out

"That one!" Raising his voice and pointing, Rimmer practically bounced up and down, his nostrils flaring. "Number four, please!"

"Rimmer!" Lister hissed, pulling on his sleeve. "They're people. Ye can't just go 'I'll have a large four, no MSG and extra chillies'!"

"They're for sale, aren't they?"

"They're providing a service!" Lister kept his voice down, hoping none of the sex workers heard. "Why did you drag me in here, anyway?"

"To have sex!" Realizing his words, Rimmer ran towards the increasingly confused woman he'd picked out. "Heterosexual sex!"

"Enjoy," Lister muttered, waiting for him to run back out again.