Chapter Text
“You’re insane. You’re fucking insane, dude, I swear.”
Shane just laughed at Ryan’s outright astonishment and disgusted awe as he piled more nacho cheese on the sandwich. Ryan didn’t know which was worse: the fact that they were doing this for a video and it was going to be seen by everyone, or the fact that Shane was actually going to eat this monster. Or that they were doing this at all.
The video was called “Disgusting Sandwich Challenge,” and the objective was to make the most disgusting sandwich you could. The person with the most disgusting sandwich won, and Ryan was pretty sure Shane was going to win. So far, he’d used WonderBread as the bun, vanilla frosting as the mayonnaise, slimy pickles, tons of nacho cheese sauce, off-brand ketchup, SPAM, Cheetos, a sprinkling of Cheerios, and even some fucking flower petals. Go figure.
Ryan’s sandwich was somewhat more reasonable: whole wheat bread, some old mustard he’d found in the back of the communal fridge, some cauliflower, brussels sprouts, a few sticks of gum, and fairly runny cookie dough as a condiment. But Shane had gone all out. The few other Buzzfeed employees’ sandwiches paled in comparison to his.
Quinta called time and poor Ned had to go around and taste all of the sandwiches. When he got to Shane’s, he shook his head, looking rather green.
“I’m not - I’m not eating that. Shane wins,” Ned said, and Shane grinned a shit-eating grin - or, consequently, a sandwich-eating grin. Same difference.
“Congratulations, man,” Ryan said as they walked out of the studio. He clapped Shane on the back, and Shane grinned again, the sort that made his eyes crinkle up and the sort that made Ryan’s heart take an involuntary leap. Ryan smiled back, dropping his hand from Shane’s shoulder blade.
“So what do you want for lunch, then?” Shane asked, and Ryan made a face.
“Not sandwiches,” he replied, which elicited another crinkly smile from Shane.