“Oh yeah, you definitely need to give a fuck if you’re gonna be somebody’s pharmacist. If you don’t, you could fuck up and accidentally give someone the wrong meds or even the wrong amount of meds. That wouldn’t be good.” Dorian was always impressed by people who actually went to school and got degrees. He did not go that route, even though he could’ve. Instead, he chased a dream and thankfully it ended up working out for him. “Kind of a bad one. My boyfriend at the time was drunk and ended up falling through it. He’s a klutz at the best of times, but when he’s drunk? Yikes. So yeah, gotta get a new one.” He was thankful for the change of subject when the man answered his question about the kind of couch and bed he was looking for. “Well, maybe we could help each other out. I take it you’re new in town?”
“Exactly, the goal is to keep people alive, rather than the alternative.” teddy agreed with a laugh. “Oh shit. I hope he didn’t get hurt? Fuck. That’s bad. I once had a date fall through a table he was sitting on but he was huge so he really should have known better.” Teddy commiserated. “Maybe you should go with like an upholstered kind of footstool-table thing rather than glass or wrought iron ... you know to prevent future injury.” He suggested with a nod, “Absolutely. Yeah brand new. I’ve only been here about five or six weeks now I guess. First time living in the States so it’s a bit of a change.”