Sep 16, 2017
"What's the difference between badluck and being cursed?" Teddy asked, frowning at his phone.
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"What's the difference between badluck and being cursed?" Teddy asked, frowning at his phone.
“HA!” Dahlia let out a laugh before covering her mouth. Between stifled giggles she said, “Sorry for laughing... but that’s the funniest shit I’ve seen all day.”
“Oh Christ...” Lana huffed for the twentieth time since she had sat down in the booth, staring down at her work. She had worked her way through two cups of coffee before even touching her assignment, and she didn’t want to start now. Hooking her arm around the back of her booth she leaned back over to the person behind her, “Hey, so, do you happen to know anything about macroeconomics? I’ll give you 200 cash to do this practice exam for me,” she offered, flashing a signature grin.
"Make sure you come back tomorrow, aye? We're hosting a tree planting soiree for Earth Day."
"April first is honestly the most stressful day of the year. I just want to get drunk so that I can be hungover in my house all day tomorrow and not have to see another person."
"To be fair, I sort of blame the state of Maine for letting me buy this many fireworks."
Coffee in one hand, Beau carefully slipped through the milling would-be-coffee-drinkers waiting for their orders to come up. He carefully wound around one person and then another, weaving his way to the newspaper stand, where he - balancing his coffee in the crook of his elbow - helped himself to one of the papers from Boston. All of that effort, and not one spilled drop ----- just to very nearly knock into someone as he shouldered the door open. No damage done, on his end, at least, but still - he cast the person a smile. "Sorry 'bout that,"
"Hey - hey," Fen yelled over the music, laughing and happy and leaning forward to press his lips against his date's neck to finally - finally - get her attention. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, miming the action of taking a shot as he spoke. She nodded, and he smiled, letting her kiss him again before he wove through the crowd for the bar. He squeezed in next to a familiar face, and grinned, bright. "Hey! Have you had any luck with the bartender?"