jason-freeman:
“Hey! Did you just.. I’ll remember that,” he threatened, shaking his head in disapproval for taking his drink. “Astronomically douchey?” Jason repeated with a laugh. “Never heard that before. You might be right, but then again, I never said that. You have no proof,” he grumbled, throwing back the rest of the shots. He even did one more for the hell of it, just because he could. “Do you have any cigarettes, because I don’t-Ohhh, you meant that kind of smoke break. Screw that,” he announced, throwing his rag down on the counter with a wide grin. “It’s already been such a pitiful night. I‘m closing right the fuck now, cause I quit! Let’s go get high.”
“You won’t remember anything, you never do!” Amelia protested, and she did so rather loudly. Louder than she meant to, but that sort of thing happened after a couple of drinks followed by back-to-back shots. “Obviously it’s that kind of smoke break.” She muttered, as if it were something he should have just assumed. Jason’s comment about quitting barely warranted a response, since she must have heard it a thousand times before, she simply rolled her eyes and let out a breathy chuckle before getting up from her bar stool. “One more for the road first.” She suggested, before leaning over and re filling two of the empty shot glasses in front of them. She held her glass up to his, “To uhh-- I don’t know, you anything to drink to, Freeman?”
