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“Ditch the platonic we’re just soulmates.”

“Okay, Ellie. You’re my soulmate.”

“Oh no, pizza sounds so good right now,” Eleanor groaned. “When we get down we’re gettin’ pizza and then some, what do you call them? Chips? Whatever doesn’t matter I’m callin’ them what they are – we’re gettin’ fries.”

“Pizza and chips! Yes! This is why you’re my platonic soul mate, Ellie.”

#c: eleanor

It was Eleanor and Peter’s turn to get on the ferris wheel, so they slowly boarded and sat beside one another. “Food is gonna taste so good I’m so hungry. I only ate breakfast today and – a sample of the fried egg cheeseburger from Hindenburger. In case you’re wondering – it was good.”

Peter climbed in next to Eleanor and the bar was pushed down. “I want anything greasy and fattening and delicious,” he laughed. “You know what sounds better than a cheeseburger? Pizza! We should find some pizza!”

#c: eleanor

“Oh right,” Eleanor giggled and stopped running as soon as she reached the line for the ferris wheel. “We’ll still be able to see our houses, though. That’ll be fun. Then we can pick where we wanna get food after this.”

Peter shook his head a bit. “Yeah, Ellie. We’ll still be able to see our houses,” he laughed. “Yes! Food sounds amazing!”

#c: eleanor

“You’re not goin’ fast enough,” Eleanor shouted again, pulling on Peter’s hand before starting to run at the ferris wheel. “We’re gonna be able t’see our houses and maybe even America if we’re lucky.”

“Jesus... it’s not going anywhere,” he shook his head and ran to keep up with her. “Love, we’re not going to see America.”

#c: eleanor

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“Peter. Peter,” Eleanor shouted, despite the fact Peter was standing right beside her. “We gotta go on the ferris wheel. Fuck the teacups. Ferris wheel. We’ll be so tall,” she took his hand and tightened her grip. “We gotta, we gotta. The power of Christ compels you. We’re gonna go so high.”

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“For fuck’s sake, Ellie, I’m right here. No need to blow out my ear drum...” he said covering his one ear. “Yes. Yes we must go there! We can look down at all the peasants!”

#c: eleanor

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“Well, I’ll keep an eye out f’it then.”

“It should be published sometime next year.”

#c: kingsley

“What’s this one about? Or are ye’ not allowed t’say?”

“Not allowed to say yet.”

#c: kingsley

Text: Peter & Eleanor

Eleanor: I'm not drinking tonight though I've got a meeting in the morning and I need to compose myself.

Eleanor: I mean, it's still a fish.

Peter: You're not making me drink alone, bitch. You can have one drink.

Peter: Yeah, I guess.

#t: eleanor

Text: Peter & Eleanor

Eleanor: But I'm tiiiiiiiiiiiired. Ugh. Fine. Whatever.

Eleanor: You know just because Hemingway wrote drunk and edited sober doesn't mean you should, right? That process produced a book about a fish. A fish.

Peter: That's right.

Peter: To be fair, the book about a fish is probably better than any book I'll ever write.

#t: eleanor

Text: Peter & Eleanor

Peter: Get dressed.

Peter: We're getting drinks.

Peter: Because my characters are fucking assholes and won't open up to me EVEN THOUGH I AM ON A FUCKING DEADLINE!

Peter: I'll be there in 10, and we're leaving whether you have your face on or not.

#t: eleanor

“Ah – not too bad. Busy, s’usual.”

“Ye’self?”

“Busy. I’m writing again... I’m on deadline this time which is fucking awful. My characters hate me, and don’t want to open up.”

#c: kingsley

At the voice, Elle turned her head to see the man who was talking trash about her simple drink. By the time he stopped talking, his words were going in one ear and out the other. “I could have, but then it wouldn’t have been a mojito. I wouldn’t get the pub experience,” she replied with an even and calm voice despite her slight annoyance at the stranger. It was a normal thing at pubs and bars to speak to strangers, but Elle wasn’t really in the mood for conversation with people she didn’t know. She was actually here to avoid having a conversation with her mother, someone she knew and loved.

Peter pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing. This woman definitely was a bit more feisty than he thought she would be. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude. I just thought it was a bit funny that someone sits in a bar drinking virgin drinks... unless you’re pregnant. In which case I apologise again.”