dinosaurtechie:
“Yeah, well, the bottom of this cup is special. I can almost… imagine it, filled to the brim with tequila and the promise of forgetting my name later. Or… yanno, an island full of prehistoric creatures that often lie at the top of the food chain.” He swallowed, despite having finishes the water several minutes ago. “I know I wasn’t actually, like, chased by the dinosaurs, but that doesn’t mean I want to give them the chance. This seems almost ridiculous, sending the IT guy. Or, as the Tyrannosaurus would call me, dinner.”
❝ Both are great options. ❞ There had been the two bottles that she had found herself at the bottom the week after. There are moments that she wishes she could find herself at the bottom of them more often. ❝ They can stay on their island and we can stay on ours. At least we have the tequila. ❞
"Yeah. Well... my name doesn't give me nightmares, so..." He sighed, rested his head against the brim if the cup, and groaned louder. On the list of things he saw himself doing post disaster, this was so far at the bottom it wasn't on the list. He did, however, manage a laugh at the offer. "Imagine a drunk dinosaur, though... if you thought the last incident was terrifying..." Another snicker. "I'd drink to that, though. If I had one."
