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@dan-hvmphrey
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So many people in Times Square
āOh God, Humphrey, I didnāt even have to try to guess who it was behind the mask - I could hear your whining voice from across the room." She shook her head. "Go get drunk, and stop pouting, you big baby.ā
Truth be told...I don't even know how I got in. This mask isn't even mine, frankly.
Oh, is that how you solve all your problems?
So many people in Times Square
And the ball hasn't even gone up yet?
Seriously, what are you people doing?! I might just kill all of them
Loaded doesnāt always mean snobby.Ā
Aspiring writer, huh? So what type of writing do you do?Ā
You caught me. Snobby against snobby people who are snobs to me. Try saying that without coffee. Ha.
Well, just silly overly unimportant thoughts of a teenage boy. And of course...every writer needs their muse - what's a better muse than the city?
āChuckās as relevant as a pimp when he comes accompanied to this kind of old news," Char shook her head. "Well, as pleasant as you think this meeting is, I have some other things to do subsequent my arrival." She concluded. "Goodbye, Humphrey." And then Charlotte turned around, leaving.
Harsh words Charlotte...brilliant, but harsh words.
Hey hey, what's so unpleasant about speaking with the lower class. Except not really...you get the point. Where do you have to be anyway?
I love starving artists.
Models or actual people with command over a canvas?
I swear if one more client asks for 'blood orange' dresses I'm gonna flip.
Itās fricking red.
Hey you! Want to by a girl a cup of coffee and brighten up her whole gosh darn day or what?
Uh...yeah, sure. Um. Wait, what do you want?
I donāt mind Brooklyn. Iām not some snob.Ā
Hmm interesting thought. I personally like a little flavor in my coffee.Ā
Now that is a wonderfully refreshing statement. Very loaded though.
Aspiring writer here, a little darkness and bitterness would do me good. Just not Plath's levels of darkness - achingly beautiful, but too dark for me.
Iāll have to go there and try some of those then.Ā
Good to know. You donāt like syrup I take it? Haha.Ā
Oh venturing into Brooklyn. I'm surprised you didn't turn away in disgust.
Coffee needs character...syrup just detracts from that, you know?
Yes itās true that I believe Iām weaker than I used to be I wear my heart out on my sleeve And I forget the rest of me Yes thereās times Iāve been afraid And thereās no harm in that I pray Cuz Iām more frightened everyday Someone will take the hope I have away
[ Laughs ] Alright, Iāll give you that much. Iāve heard this place called āPress Coffeeā is supposed to be pretty good. I might try that.Ā
Don't know about that one, but I do know there are plenty in Williamsburg...little independent coffee shops.
Tip: you can tell how good a shop is from their black coffee...none of that syrup crap.
āAnd, ladies and gentlemen, I present you The Humphrey Amusement World. Which has nothing really amusing." She gestured to Dan, generalizing his father and himself, as if the Humphrey were all the same - in her head, actually, they were, saving the gender and age differences. "No, Humphrey! Youāre there because⦠I canāt really find a reasonable explanation other than Gossip Girl hit her head and mistook your identity for someone elseās." The woman shrugged. "Yes, I didnāt. Why would I? I had things more interesting than reading about all of you. Now Iām bored, thatās it.ā
And, ladies and gentlemen, she thinks I'm kidding. If you find me rivetingly boring, you'd probably maim yourself with my dad. Is this the bit where I let my anonymity shield me or confirm that it was me with Serena? I did see one about Chuck hoarding the ladies but I assume that's regular behaviour.
Yes because that is so specific.Ā
More specific than Starbucks, I mean, I just ruled out half the city's coffee supply.
āIf he does, he just got himself a fan.Ā Not your news, Humphrey!" She lifted her hand to her forehead, running her fingers through her perfectly curled hair. "If I wanted an update on Humphrey land, Iād have visited yourĀ fatherās gallery. At least heās got something interesting there." Charlotte inhaled deeply, then gave it another try. "I meant the overall new. And honestly, I doubt it," she referred about his remark on how Brooklyn could refresh minds. "Ok, I give up, Iāll read it on Gossip Girl or something.ā
Hey watch it, we're meant to hate everyone together. Where's your team spirit? And please don't, my dad will just make you waffles. Or talk 90s music with you.
Oh but that's the thing Charlotte...I am on Gossip Girl. Does that qualify me as news? And hold up, you're saying you didn't check that thing while you were gone. That's...did you go somewhere without broadband?
āWhy would you walk around with a pie?" Charlotte frowned, not understanding it, when any other mortal would have a pie delivered at home, instead of picking it up. "Oh yeah, I forgot - you like to pretend you have your hands full, so you wonāt have to face how empty your life really is. Brooklynites⦠IāmĀ so glad to be homeā¦" She muttered in a sarcastic tone, speaking slowly to herself. Her expression was of pure disappointment.
āSo, Humphrey. Update me on the news.ā
I like to extend the Christmas spirit with more minced pie. And now it's road kill. Every year this happens. Do you think God has a preference for people depending on their postcode?
Me? Well, uh..um, well, I realized that sometimes Brooklyn can help refresh minds, even those from the Upper East Side.
āWell, clearly all my friends are knuckleheads who forgot Iād be returning today. Luckily, Iām always one step ahead and dad is wealthy enough to provide me my own driver." Charlotte spoke to herself as her high heels clicked against the cold floor, leading her way into the room.
āTell me, New York, did you miss me? No, not New York, Iām selective -Ā Upper East Side. I kind of missed you, I admit.ā
Let me be the first of the other lesser boroughs to welcome you home.
Your car cost me my pie.