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uberdrver:

‘ you think i would use company property to stash my dead bodies ? am i an amateur ? ’

“isn’t that a requirement of the job? it’s what i’ve always done, which is philanthropic in a sense. i just donate bodies instead of money.”

#𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔪 → ft. chariot

uberdrver:

‘ who the fuck didn’t clean their shit from the van ? ’

“you’ve got to be a tad bit more specific. what colour was it? is it a soccer mom van? or your secret uber van? the van you have to stash bodies in? are you stashing bodies, leon?”

#𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔪 → ft. chariot

nianzu:

it was the act of eating the peanuts at the bar that had nianzu watching her. otherwise, he had other things to do and he could pretend that he was thinking about something important, maybe something relating back to his job. but, he was on two waitlists for new transpo and he had a meeting later on that day. so, for now, this was where he was. still, though, he hadn’t ever actually seen anyone eat from one of those bowls. sure, he’d seen meaty, sweaty hands grip those peanuts but, he wasn’t sure he’d even actually seen anyone put one in their mouth. “i think his name is jin,” nianzu spoke up in an effort to be even remotely helpful then a quick thought was spoke aloud, “or, he was giving someone their order of gin.” he sipped his own drink as he tried to remember what he had actually overheard. it wasn’t the only conversation that had been going on though and certainly not the most interesting. “do you want me to get his attention for you ? i’m much louder.” plus, his arms were longer.

“jin? no, i’m positive he’s carrying a gin and tonic. he ditched my scintillating conversation for such a menial task, his loss.” esra turned back towards nianzu, she couldn’t help the mischievous grin from spreading across her lips. did she love making it scene when she was in a mood? most definitely, and nianzu was volunteering just that. “yes, but you can’t just yell for his attention, we’ve got to say something better. play the scorned lover, or the distraught husband. something that won’t get me banned again, i think seventh strike and he might just put out a poster with my face crossed out. i can’t risk that, otherwise my alternative is having to start going to the spilled bean or something. it’s just so...bright in there.”

#𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔪 → ft. hermes

“you ever share an idea with a group of people and just know they are going to crush the idea completely?” esra had been pouting at the whiskey sour in front of her for the past five minutes. “i shouldn’t be surprised, no one understands the genius of my ideas. i’m just a human flexi rod to be shaped any which way is needed. do you ───” she looked up towards where the bartender had previously been standing, to find that he’d already moved on halfway down the bar to new client. “oi, how rude, we were having a conversation, akshay!” she reached for the bowl of peanuts in front of her, ready to launch one at his head, but at the fear of being banned, again, she popped it in her mouth instead. “would be a shame to waste it on a horrible listener like you.”