Breathe In, Breathe Out

Kevin Beckett. 21. That guy in that band.

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[mrs-marissa-madison]

*counts the days with her fingers* Ten days. 

[kevin-beckett]

Yeah. [He rubs his eyes, tiredly.]

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[kevin-beckett]

[He looks at it, then at her.] Nah, I wish. At least I would’ve slept, somehow.

[mrs-marissa-madison]

How long have you been awake for?

[kevin-beckett]

Last night I slept was January 29th...

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[mrs-marissa-madison]

Mmhmm. *pulls out her phone, showing him the date and time* Did you die and come back to life, mister? 

[kevin-beckett]

[He looks at it, then at her.] Nah, I wish. At least I would've slept, somehow.

[babyyypluto]

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[itshopekinsley]

Why haven’t you slept?

[kevin-beckett]

I couldn't. I still can't. I'm, literally, an insomniac, so. Sometimes it just happens.

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[kevin-beckett]

But what day?

[itshopekinsley]

The 8th. 

[kevin-beckett]

[He's silent for a while, then says.] That makes it 12 days since I slept. I'm setting up new records, now.

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[kevin-beckett]

Yeah, but what day? Like… What day of the month? 

[ren-maine]

The eighth.

[kevin-beckett]

[He starts counting on his fingers, then looks up at her.] Are you sure? It can't have been that long...

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[itshopekinsley]

It’s sunday. 

[kevin-beckett]

But what day?

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[ren-maine]

Sunday!

[kevin-beckett]

Yeah, but what day? Like... What day of the month? 

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[mrs-marissa-madison]

Today is Sunday, February 8, and… *takes a close look at him, jumping in surprise* Holy crap you look scary. 

[kevin-beckett]

Thanks... [He groans, rubbing at his eyes.] Are you sure?

[kevin-beckett]

What day is it?

[He's blinking a lot, his eyes all bloodshot as he looks around.]

[cady-ryan]

[grumbles under his breath]

[kevin-beckett]

M: [She chuckles, sipping some more of her bourbon.] I’m not so easily scared.

[cady-ryan]

That so?

[kevin-beckett]

M: Yes. [She asks the barista for a refill.] If I was, I definetely wouldn't be here, would I? I feel like it'd be easier to avoid trouble, that way.

[cady-ryan]

[grumbles under his breath]

[kevin-beckett]

You should be. I don’t often indulge in complimenting men I don’t know the name of.

[cady-ryan]

Yeah, it’s kinda creepy. Didn’t anyone ever teach you about stranger danger? 

[kevin-beckett]

M: [She chuckles, sipping some more of her bourbon.] I'm not so easily scared.

[cady-ryan]

[grumbles under his breath]

[cady-ryan]

Charmed, I’m sure. [rolls his eyes and sips his drink once again]

[kevin-beckett]

You should be. I don't often indulge in complimenting men I don't know the name of.

[cady-ryan]

[grumbles under his breath]

[cady-ryan]

Implying I have the looks?

[kevin-beckett]

I'm not saying you don't.

[cady-ryan]

[grumbles under his breath]

[cady-ryan]

[sarcastically] Sorry we’re not all as smart as you. [sips his whiskey] Sure.

[kevin-beckett]

Some get the smarts, others get the looks. [She smiles and keeps drinking her bourbon.]

[cady-ryan]

[grumbles under his breath]

[cady-ryan]

If I’d known I wouldn’t have put a hundred bucks on it.

[kevin-beckett]

Should've put fifty on each, if you wanted to bet smartly. [She raises her glass of bourbon to her lips, taking a sip.] No use in mourning the loss, now. What's done is done, I'm sure you'll win those back some day.