I need an intervention.
I’m obviously working too much.
Me too. Lets start a WA club?
For sure. I'm Richie.
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@barber-richie
I need an intervention.
I’m obviously working too much.
Me too. Lets start a WA club?
For sure. I'm Richie.
I need an intervention.
I’m obviously working too much.
First step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.
Yes, it is. I'm Richie and I'm a workaholic.
I need an intervention.
I’m obviously working too much.
… Had I known I’d of offered to join me and rachel on our road trip
That’s alright. I usually am working all the time.
I'm Richie.
Party tonight!
Don’t forget it! I expect all of you to be there and to look absolutely fabulous!
Everyone?
I need an intervention.
Hey Richie!
Eddie. How’re you doing, man?
I need an intervention.
I’m obviously working too much.
Breakfast for Dinner: Patrick || Richie
Patrick had gotten breakfast with Blaine and Dave that morning but it didn’t mean he wasn’t all for going out again, especially with Richie. He forgot how exciting it was to get out of the house lately. Between his friends and this new thing he had going on with Blaine, it was nice change of pace. He was getting sick of doing nothing but work, there was no denying that. Not to mention, it was driving Patrick absolutely crazy.
As Patrick got to the diner, he got a table for two and took a seat. He ordered himself a coffee and some water as he waited for Richie to arrive. He couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something about him that really had Patrick intrigued. They had seemed to be hitting it off pretty well thus far and it was a refreshing change of pace.
Richie had spent the whole weekend worked and so when he got home, he stripped down to his boxers and got in bed to relax. However, a talk with Patrick and he was getting his pants and shirt back on, grabbing his jacket and heading back out. The guy was interesting to him and he wanted to meet him face to face finally.
He got to the diner easily and went in, seeing the man sitting and looking comfortable. “Patrick. Hey. Nice to meet you in person.” Richie said as he got up to the table and held out his hand for the man to shake. He sat down and ordered a coffee and water as well before turning his attention to the attractive man across from him. “So, what kind of pancakes are you in the mood for?”
I’m beat.
Don’t hold it against me, but I lived in the Midwest. I’m an honest to God farmer boy.
A farmer boy? I haven’t met a farmer boy before. I won’t hold it against you. Promise.
I’m beat.
Have to think back. Let’s say three years, though it feels like a lot longer in a good way. I couldn’t imagine not living in Cali now.
Yeah? Where did you live before California?
I’m beat.
I’ll meet you there?
Sure thing.
I’m beat.
It’s a pleasure, hottie. I mean, Richie.
So, Spencer. How long have you live in California?
I’m beat.
Yeah. You can call me Spencer. Or Dream Boat. It’s really your call.
Nice to meet you, Spencer. I’m Richie.
I’m beat.
I can always eat more pancakes…want to go get some?
Sure, Patrick. I’d like that a lot.
I’m beat.
We’ll say about ten. I think that’s a nice solid number of points.
Yeah? Well, thanks. What’s your name?
I’m beat.
Not to bad. I went out with my friends and I got pancakes.
Sounds amazing. I love pancakes. Damn, now I want pancakes.
I’m beat.
Points for making me jealous of a bed, hot stuff.
Yeah? How many points would that be?