YOUR FAVORITE ONE (hello, friend, i hope your day has been a-okay)
With a grin the man behind the counter looks at his lovely worker. “How’d it go?” he asks; a rather feminine voice behind it.
“Terrible… Absolutely terrible, Nathan!” the slightly chubby brunet screams. Nathan gave him a stern look; as if the worker was a kitten who didn’t get any pets. “Don’t give me that look! You know how hard I have tried to be… not pressureful… words.”
Nathan rolls his eyes. “That is not a word, you are just having anxiety because you’ve liked him—a lot—for two years now,” the older male spoke up, going to the back to sort some books. The brunet fallows him back. “Thomas you are acting like a lost puppy!” Nathan laughs.
“I feel like a lost puppy…” He even pouts as he sadly states a fact, his amber eyes looking up at his friend and boss. “… I feel like…”
“Don’t get all whimsical, and woeful on us, Tom Tom,” sang Taresa as she swooped in from the back entrance, and brings in the chill of the cold. “We know all your feelings.” the hipster chick looks to her boss. “I take it Speed dating failed?” Nathan nods, and rolls his eyes.
Thomas was looking down at his own feet in sorrow; he felt like it was his fault that Newton went home with some strange older man. Tonight? Thomas was kicked out from his apartment for a while, or until Newton calls. Depends on how fabulous of a time the other is having with the dashing… not Thomas.
Nathan leans on Taresa and smiles like a cat. “Oh yes the late night texting spouts of Anxious feelings and words that make no sense at all. Even worse when he is drunk.“ The blond man turns his head into the hipster’s neck. "Aren’t pinning lovers just…” Nathan trails off with a smile.
Taresa finishes with a laugh and two kisses to Thomas’ cheeks, “Magical. Tom Tom, Just Magical.” Thomas looks at her with wide hazel eyes and blotchy red cheeks. “Now go home. Your work day is over.”
Before Thomas could say he couldn’t go home Nathan was mumbling, "for a moment there I thought you were going to say he was drunk.”
Thomas looks at him, his sensible remark long lost in multiple thoughts of hot skin, Newton, and how much he wished to rid himself of the bubbling pit of goop rising in his throat. "I’m not drunk yet; give me fifteen minutes with Joseph at a bar. I’ll be pretty fine.“
"Be safe Tom Tom!” Taresa calls, and Thomas leaves.
(MY DAY IS WORNDERFUL I COMPLEATLY SPELLED BOTH THOSE THINGS WRONG! This is my favorite. It was an excuse to use ‘Go Home You’re Drunk’ and this is actually going in a bigger story I am creating. I changed around the characters names in my actual one though…)
