It was a moderately busy lunch rush in the Supper Kitchen. A mom-and-pop restaurant for the small town of Plantsville Alabama. Bandsy, or rather Ravel Charger, sat at one side of a wooden booth, lazily drinking soda from a large hard plastic cup. Even out and about, Ravel didn’t dress particularly well. Here she was wearing on oversized pink sweatshirt and some blue jeans. The head hole of her sweat shirt drooped over one shoulder revealing her white tank top underneath.

Sitting next to her was her much more well-dressed friend Donna Sue. She had black hair tied up into a tall bun on the top of her head and caramel skin She had on a black sweater top decorated with apples, pears, and other fruit. It was complimented with a long black skirt. The whole ensemble made her look like an elementary school teacher, which might have been the goal. Donna Sue was browsing the menu, pointlessly debating what she would get as she would likely settle for her usual catfish platter.

On the other side of the booth was Ravel’s other friend, Michael Stray. Michael had a washed-out complexion and his thin black beard and thinning black hair gave him a somewhat scraggily look, but this was contrasted by his dress. A smart grey suit with a red tie slung over his shoulder to keep out of the way of any loose crumbs so that it would be clean when he returned to work. He stopped looking at the menu to look at Ravel. Really, he wasn’t looking at the menu at all it was just a stalling tactic.

“So Stuffies huh?” Michael asked innocently. Ravel sighed audibly at the mention. Donna Sue’s head perked up.

“That’s a brand I haven’t heard in a while,” she said not getting the sudden tension in the booth. “What’s the deal with them? They didn’t do something horrible did they?” Ravel sighed again.

“No more than any other major corporation,” Michael said with a shrug. “But they have sponsored a certain streamer we both watch.”

“Really?” Donna Sue looked over Ravel excitedly. Ravel did not share her enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you still wore diapers Ray, not since college anyway.”

“I don’t,” Ravel shot back grumpy.

“That’s not what your chat thinks,” Michael said with a snicker.

“Chat thinks bigfoot is real too,” Ravel countered.

“That’s true,” Michael said with a small laugh.

“There’s no shame if you wear diapers you know,” Donna Sue added quickly. “I know a few people that still do, and I think it’s cute.”

“Well, I don’t wear diapers,” Ravel said in a serious tone.

“How’d you manage Stuffies as a sponsor then?” Donna Sue asked confused.

“I’m kind of curious as well,” Michael echoed.

“No idea,” Ravel said laxly. “It has to be some kind of mistake.”

“Mistake or not a sponsor is a sponsor,” Michael's tone changed to be more supportive. “Even if it is with adult diapers.”

“Not just adult diapers,” Donna Sue clarified. “They are pretty much the adult diaper brand for the adult baby crowd.”

“I dind't know that.” Michael's comment got some looks from Ravel and Donna Sue. "Should I?"

“I mean, kinda,” Ravel said with a slight blush. “When I did wear diapers, or pull-ups back when that was a thing, Stuffies were the go-to.”

“So, you do have some experience with diapers,” Michael pointed out in a teasing tone. At the end of his sentence the group were approached by their server, everyone donning a slight blush thinking she might have overheard their conversation about adult diapers. Really, the underpaid teenager could care less what they were talking about, but she donned her customer service smile all the same.

“You all ready?” she said cheerily, pulling a notepad out of the simple apron around her waist.

“Catfish platter please,” Donna said with a small hint of defeat from being forced back into her usual meal.

“Chicken tender for me,” Michael added.

“Chicken Caesar Salad,” Ravel said after a brief hesitation. She wanted chicken tenders too, but after the conversation they had she felt obligated to get a more mature meal.

After orders were placed, and the server was a distance away that would prevent eavesdropping the group resumed their conversation, much to Ravel’s chagrin.

“So, if you’re not an adult baby, then why take the sponsor at all?” Donna Sue asked with a hint of judgement. "Is it really so much money that you’d take a sponsor from something you don’t care about?"

“Well, it is a fair bit of money,” Ravel admitted. “It’s more than that though, it’s just…” Ravel struggled with her words. “It’s a way in.” Donna Sue gave a confused look, that Michael took as an invitation to explain.

“It may not be a ton of money, but one sponsor leads to more." Michael explained. "Makes other companies take you seriously, and they can give you serious money. It’s how people make a career out of streaming.”

“Even if it was a mistake, getting a sponsor is big. It could be my ticket to the big time, and my way out of here. I had to take it, even if I don’t really use the product,” Ravel agreed with Michael's explanation.

“It seemed to be the perfect diaper if you were going to start wearing them again too,” Michael commented. Ravel shot him a quick glare that ended that line of commenting.

“It just seems like a lot of dishonesty,” Donna Sue said with concern. “Is it really worth it just to leave Plantsville.”

“Well, I’m not really making enough money to leave yet,” Ravel said sadly. “Still, it’s more money coming in, if it works anyway.”

“You’re right,” Donna Sue said apologetically. “I shouldn’t be such a downer. This is a big deal for you. Congratulations.”

“Yeah, despite how …” Michael deliberately hung on his word choice. “Interesting a sponsor you got. It’s your first sponsor. You’re really moving on up. Congratulations.” The two other friends clinked their plastic glasses to Ravel’s who blushed in embarrassment. After a little giggle the server returned with everyone’s food, wordlessly setting it on the table and walking away.

“So,” Michael said while dipping a chicken tender into a cup of honey mustard. “You think they’ll hit you up for another?” Michael put the chicken tender in his mouth after his question was asked.

“I doubt it,” Ravel giggled mixing her salad up. “I have no doubt that they contacted me by mistake, and after chat's reaction I don't think they'll back.”

“Oh they can be so mean some times,” Donna Sue judged as she squirted a lemon over fried catfish.

“I mean it wasn’t anything too bad,” Ravel said defensively. “Just kind of dismissive, and I didn’t really help things.”

“Honestly though,” Michael said after swallowing a bite of chicken. “I think it would be worth wearing them if you can keep the sponsor around.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Ravel said eating a bite of her salad extra elegantly. “Maybe you should get on stream in a diaper if you think it’s so easy.”

“I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal,” Donna Sue said sympathetically. “There are still plenty of people that wear diapers, even if it’s not as popular as it used to be. I remember us matching our pull ups back in college.” Ravel blushed a bit.

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Michael said to Donna with a grin.

“I just don’t think you should be so mean to people that wear them,” Donna ignored the insinuation. “It’s just a clothing choice.”

“I’m not trying to be mean,” Ravel clarified. “It’s just …” she paused searching for the right word. “Not me.”

“Well, you could always lie,” Michael offered.

“Michael!” Donna Sue chastised.

“What?” Michael said defensively. “It’s not like they’re going to make her show them off on stream. It’s probably t-o-s. She’s not one of those diaper streamers that wear the short skirts that show them off either. They have no way to tell if she actually wore them or not.”

“That’s still me admitting on stream that I piss myself,” Ravel pointed out. “Which isn’t exactly ideal.”

“Not to mention it’s lying,” Donna Sue added.

“I don’t really feel bad about lying to corporations,” Michael shrugged.

“It’s not good to lie to anyone,” Donna Sue huffed.

“Doesn’t matter either way cuz I’m not wearing them and I'm not lying about using them,” Ravel cut the conversation off.

“But you're taking it if they offer to sponsor again right?” Michael asked. Ravel shrugged with a smirk that said that she absolutely would.

“Money is money I guess,” Donna Sue sighed in defeat. “Though I wish you wouldn’t have to be so dishonest about.”

“I’m just doing what I gotta do Donna,” Ravel said calmingly. “Even if they do sponsor again, which I doubt they will, it’s just a temporary thing. Something to just get me started you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Donna Sue sighed. “I just hope you don’t forget that this was supposed to be something for fun.”

“Getting paid is fun,” Michael commented.

“He’s got a point,” Ravel agreed with a smile.

“I know I know,” Donna Sue sighed in defeat. “Maybe I just don’t understand this whole thing.”

“You are a bit of a boomer,” Ravel jabbed playfully.

“You’re older than me,” Donna Sue replied flatly. Michael and Ravel both laughed quietly. And the group went on to focus on their food for a while.

Before too long the group finished their meals. Michael finishing first and sighing dramatically.

“Well, that was good as always,” Michael said with content. “I’m guessing our new sponsored streamer here will be picking up the bill.”

“I’m not that sponsored!” Ravel said in alarm. “You can pick up your own check.”

“Shame,” Michael nodded in disappointment. “I always hoped my friend would remember me when they made it big.”

“You’re more likely to make it big than me future lawyer,” Ravel countered.

“That’s the dream anyway,” Michael said with a smile.

“You two and your big dreams,” Donna Sue said with a happy smile. “You’re gonna leave me stranded here when you make it big.”

“I won’t forget you Donna,” Ravel said cheerily giving her friend a hug.

“You probably won’t make it big,” Michael said sarcastically. “Unless big diaper has anything to say about it.”

“Yeah, sure, big diaper, that’ll happen,” Ravel said dismissively.