who: lucas & @scribblcs what: a meeting of the minds or something where: gabe’s office
he was picking erica up from therapy. or...he was supposed to be doing that. instead, lucas had smoked a joint in his car during her session, eaten an entire bag of doritos, and downed a can of new coke in record time. now he had to pee, so he did the only logical thing: he went inside. after doing his business, he’d gotten a little bit turned around. it was a big building, okay? he found himself in the waiting room of one gabe diaz, and he’d been about to duck back outside (erica would kill him if she found out he was in here), really...but there was a bowl of those caramel hard candies that always reminded lucas of his grandpa on the counter.
he looked right, then left, and then walked up to the counter, peering over it and finding no secretary or anything. so he unwrapped one of the candies, popped it into his mouth, and promptly shoved another handful of them into his pocket. he was just about to make his great escape when he turned and almost ran right into who could only be doctor gabe himself. “oh, sorry.” he bit his lip to keep from laughing. “i was just...” lucas shrugged, like that was an answer at all. “i’ll just get out of your hair.”
