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@elliot-robinson
chasebrennan:
“Thank you, I really think we’ll be together forever.” Chase laughed. “Well, then come get some Cuban coffee with me before I got to work.”
“Absolutely. I’ll take it upon myself to get you all caffeinated before you go about poking around people’s insides.”
markuschadwick-mma:
“How long does it take to make a smoothie.” Markus said with a sigh as he looked at the person between the counter before he shook his head. “Can’t they hire better people.”
“Are you seriously going to spend your whole life being rude? Jesus.”
chasebrennan:
“I love any kind of coffee. I truly believe coffee and I are soulmates.” He chuckled. “Well, what are you doing right now? I have an hour before I have to be at the hospital, that’s enough time to get Cuban coffee.”
“You two belong together and I wish you all the happiness in the world. And the same thing I do all the time, not a damn thing.”
chasebrennan:
“I’ve never had one, but now I’ll definitely have to try it. Hey, I can always find some free time for coffee.”
“You’ll love it. Who doesn’t love coffee in little cups? I’ll believe that when it happens.”
chasebrennan:
“I planned on taking a nap, but there’s no point when I now have to be to work in an hour. I need at least…three more coffees before I can have a coherent conversation with anyone.”Â
“You should consider Cuban coffees, those things will wake you right up. It’s amazing. I would invite you to get some with me sometime, but you’re always busy.”
kennedyhart:
“Okay but here’s the important question. Is it scarier to think we’re alone in the universe, or that were aren’t?”
“Don’t get me started, I need to outstandingly drunk before I have a conversation like that. I might cry. I might cry while drunk, it’s too much to process.”
piperxhenry:
“I understand, I don’t think I can handle a little mini me if I wanted to one day want a kid. I can be a bitch and the thought of me arguing with well…me, not a pleasant thought. I could actually do that, there is quite a few.”
“I don’t think I’ve yet fathomed the idea of being responsible for a child who will one day be expected to become a functioning member of society. Well, you know I got a type. Hot, charming, probably volunteers at an animal shelter on the weekend. I know that’s sort of a tall order, but I trust you. I think you can make this happen.”
kian-munson:
“It’s just hard because it’s only a bagel to me. I understand a bit more though.”
“Fantastic. Great to be on the same page now.”
nolxnderson:
“I work with people all day,” he argued. “Hell, I work with dead people all day. Isn’t that enough socialising for an entire lifetime?”
“Wait.. Are we talking about really dead or emotionally dead as a side effect of the work force? They do say that the rat race is a killer. But no, I don’t believe so.”
freyaross:
“You don’t know that.”
“Don’t I? I mean, really? I’m basically all knowing. It’s okay to be self conscious.”
louissorrentino:
Louis chuckled and gave a shake of his head, running a hand through his hair. ”I uh, I guess I just started a sort of chain reaction of people’s days being ruined” He joked with a small sigh. “Although, I did try to offer you half of my bagel, so it should be noted that I tried to rectify my mistake. So if this bagel catastrophe ends up being what makes the apocalypse finally happen, then at least I can rest easy knowing I did everything I could to try and stop it by undoing the wrong I did.”
“Yeah, you did. I don’t know how you’re ever going to live with yourself now. Knowing that you are Patient Zero in a long string of bad days. They do say anger is a disease, you know.” Elliot teased, giving her shoulder a slight shrug. “Well, I guess you’re right. It’s that kind of behavior that’ll get you forgiven for just about anything.”
romanfernand:
“Touche. My world is beautiful. It was large puppies that transport you and then beautiful women everywhere. And then maybe one guy to point you to the nearest bathroom. There are no street lights. Everyone just knows how to drive. And then there’s no speed limit, because everyone knows how to drive. It’s just great.”
“I hate to break it to you, big guy, but that sounds incredibly messed up. I mean.. honestly, the street lights? How are people supposed to drive safely at night? What’s the mortality rate of night time pedestrians? I don’t understand any of this at all. This could all be avoided if you just gave me a better job or at least agreed that I could be king. Come on, give me a chance.”
trainwreck || elliot & james
james-vincent:
“I think it’d be fun,” he spoke, growing more fond of the idea as he spoke. James didn’t necessarily have a home in Philadelphia; it was where he grew up, and where his parents had raised him, but it was not the place where he would find permanent happiness. He hadn’t made any good memories in that city in years, not when he’d lived alone. All the memories he had in that city were with his family or Aylee. When he thought of home, James thought of the way he’d felt growing up, the invincibility that youth had given him, and the belief that he was capable of everything. If he could revisit that city again, maybe he could revive those feelings that had so easily driven him.
“I know. I can’t have a legitimate professional career with a criminal record,” he sighed, looking mildly disappointed. “I’m flattered that you would bail me out, though. Hopefully you’ll never have to.” James tried not to dwell on that possibility for very long. He could practically hear his parents’ tone, like he was a disobedient child, but they weren’t around to punish him anymore. He wondered how long his lack of self-control would continue.
James cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused by her question. “That’s a difficult question to answer. I’d be arrested, probably. With no bail money.” James leaned against the kitchen counter, considering a reality without her. It didn’t take him long to realize it wasn’t something he wished to consider, despite how soon it would become true. He’d be lying if he said he’d be content without her in his life, not after knowing her so personally. James smiled to himself, reminding himself how thankful he was to be friends with her. “What would I write about?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make it this time?” He asked, his mouth spreading into a grin. James graciously grabbed the painkiller bottle. “I’m still not convinced that you actually know how to make coffee the right way.” His eyes lingered on her a bit too long until he forced himself towards the balcony. He tugged the balcony door open, relieved once the air covered him. James paused, mesmerized by the skyline. Los Angeles was not home to him, but Elliot had somehow made it one. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, quickly popping it between his lips. “We should go out tomorrow.”
“That’s very rude, I’m trying to do something nice for you here.” But he wasn’t wrong. It was either too strong or too weak and in the end she always opted to pick them both up coffee from a nearby shop. At least that was foolproof but it was too late now to make the trip. She was pretty surprised that he suggested them going out tomorrow. Normally she was the one to start whining about wanting to go to some party she had been messaged about. “Absolutely. What’re you thinking? Bar, party? Afterwards we can go to that diner we like.” She suggested. “Maybe the beach.”
Elliot was more than excited. She was glad for the shift in their mood, grateful that anything that had been said wouldn’t have any long standing affects on their relationship. She wasn’t ready to be without James just yet. If anything she had said to him made him feel as though he shouldn’t be around, she regretted it. Elliot was thankful for the few moments alone that she had in the kitchen, taking it as a chance to pull herself together. She didn’t want to dwell on his self-destructive behavior or the uncertainty of their relationship.
She pulled down two mugs from the cabinet, preparing their cups as the coffee finished brewing. After cleaning up after herself, she brought the cups out with her, placing them on the small table. She smirked at the sight of the cigarette, knowing well that she would end up stealing a drag here and there. It wasn’t a habit, but somethign she had picked up when making idle conversation outside a venue with other club goers or in times of great stress.
Her gaze followed his, smiling gently as she took in the sight of the city skyline. It served as a reminder as to a few of the reasons she had stayed in California even when there was nothing left for her there. “How can you look at that and want to go back to Philadelphia?” she asked, not really expecting an answer. Elliot knew this was a temporary situation, but it got her wondering just what she could do to get him to stay in Los Angeles. Stay with her.
Text || Elliot
Mason: Again, he broke my nose. And I didn't mean to hurt/scare you.
Elliot: I'll get my things tomorrow.
Text || Elliot
Mason: Hardly call myself an animal.
Elliot: You got into two different altercations.
Text || Elliot
Mason: He broke my nose. And it was more a shove than a throw.
Elliot: Which you deserved. You were an animal.
