Wasted Hours.

Knock, knock. Who's dead inside? I am. Fuck, I'm hilarious. Jazz, twenty-one.

[abigail-mccoy]

What? Is it too fancy for your junk to handle?

[jazz-keating]

Last time I came over, your butlers made me uncomfortable. 

[abigail-mccoy]

For tellin’ the truth? Now is it your place or what, stink bug?

[jazz-keating]

As much as I'd love to spend time at your villa, looks like we're gonna have to settle for my place, yeah. 

[abigail-mccoy]

You’d win because I’d be knocked out by your bad BO.

Honey, you smell like old cheese wiz.

[jazz-keating]

You're a terrible person, Abby. 

[roy-guevara]

I don’t know if I could trust my booze around you.

[jazz-keating]

What? I wouldn't give you poison or nothin'. You know me better. 

[roy-guevara]

Like what?

[jazz-keating]

Uppers, downers, booze, whatever floats your boat. 

[roy-guevara]

I can’t blame them for being angry. But, I guess I’m okay.

[jazz-keating]

Angry at me, specifically I mean. I can get you shit that'll make you feel great, if you want. 

[roy-guevara]

I would, but I at least have one left.

How have you been, Jazz?

[jazz-keating]

Great. I've been great. I still got all my organs, at least. I've noticed that there are a lot of really angry people in this town. Jesus. 

You?

[roy-guevara]

I lost a kidney during the purge.

[jazz-keating]

Shit, dude. I'd give you mine, but then we'd be back to square one. 

Take one from someone you don't like. 

[roy-guevara]

For once, I really wish I could eat without throwing it all up.

[jazz-keating]

S'the matter?

[abigail-mccoy]

Well, we’re goin’ to sleep at your place aren’t we? I just love sleepin’ in your crap hole.

[jazz-keating]

You wanna fight me? Let's box, right now, me and you, one on one. 

[jazz-keating]

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear person I had a crush on, 

I can wait. Call me. 

Xoxo, 

Jazz

[wishtoconfess]

Do it.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

[abigail-mccoy]

I don’t know. You’re pretty stinky now. You going to put on some deodorizer or somethin’?

[jazz-keating]

Oh, my bad Princess. I left my Gucci aftershave at home. 

[mollyarbor-pleasanttownrpg]

Yes, and I’m starting to believe you’re the kind of idiot who goes around flirting with everything under the sun and tries to make jokes but doesn’t realize how stupid he looks to everyone what a looser he is. You’re the most pathetic kind. 

[jazz-keating]

Wow! I learned something new today, didn't think that was possible, seein' as I'm such an idiot. Thanks for the talk! 

[bella-ryker-blog]

She giggled again before taking another swig of the alcohol then put the bottle on the coffee table and moved closer to him and giggled again,”Then I shuld make you happy… If you know what I mean.”

[jazz-keating]

He stood up, and waltzed around the room. "It'd make me real happy if you danced a lil' with me, got any good music to put on?" It wasn't that he didn't want to - he just couldn't, not here, with all the toys and things around. 

[mollyarbor-pleasanttownrpg]

What kind of fucking idiot are you? Because I can’t decide myself. 

[jazz-keating]

So there are a lot of different kinds of idiots? I never knew. 

[mollyarbor-pleasanttownrpg]

…God I wanna strangle you.

[jazz-keating]

Please don't, I still have a lot to check off my bucket list.