Double teaming

The bearded man shoves a dripping hot dog into the blond’s mouth while the tattooed one pins him down, mustard smeared across his chin as they choke on bites between sloppy licks. A line of slim, dark-haired men in red caps crowd around, snatching food from trays and shoving it into each other’s faces, the air thick with grease and laughter. One spits out a half-chewed dog, grinning as the next grabs it from his fingers, already dripping mustard onto the pavement.