“i’m not saying i’m a terrible person, i’m just saying that if i could make a career out of it i’d definitely excell in teaching people how to make their’s and their loved ones’ lives a complete and utter mess of shit.”
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“i’m not saying i’m a terrible person, i’m just saying that if i could make a career out of it i’d definitely excell in teaching people how to make their’s and their loved ones’ lives a complete and utter mess of shit.”
‘ you look glum. can i buy you a drink?? ‘
' is there any way you could point me in the direction of the closest place i could get tea? i'm afraid I'm not familiar with this side of town. '
Duncan didn’t usually eat out during his lunch breaks. He usually ate at the bar, or ordered in, but Fay was with her aunt and the bar was packed for some graduation soiree, so somehow he found himself in some random restaurant on a street he can’t remember, eating some pretentious chicken wrap at a bar. He heard a thud beside him, and he looked up from his phone, glancing at the ground and then at the person next to him. “Excuse me,” he gently taps their shoulder, “But, uh, you’ve dropped your bag.” And its then he sort of dips down his long arm and picks it up for them, handing it over.
" -- It’s fucking ridiculous what they’re doing with Captain America now. Have you heard? I mean, it’s like, let’s just shit on the dead and take away the whole purpose behind the guy - a symbol two Jews made during World War II, to give people hope and faith that things would work out and now? Now they have made it so that he’s working for the fucking Hydra all along? Making him a fucking Nazi? That shit is fucking unreal. They’re basically shooting themselves in the foot, to be honest. I think’s really going to fuck things over for them.” This was something that Alex felt extremely passionate about. He hated what Marvel had suddenly decided to do with the character, that a lot of people love and adore, “I mean, for fuck’s sake. They’re only doing it for the god damn element of surprise which is a lot of bullshit in my opinion.”
Phoenix was talking to one of his co-workers, about his week off work which he had spent in his childhood home of Santa Barbara visiting an old friend, having only gotten home the day before, when suddenly the bell above the front door rang throughout the room, signalizing that a new customer had entered the building. Nodding his head at Andrew, letting him know they’d continue their conversation later, Phoenix walked over and grinned that award winning smile as he threw the slightly damp cloth over his right hower, “Hey! Can I get you anything?”
Bailey was hanging out at the nearest coffee shop she could find. This day was so stressful for her that she just want to sit down with her earphones on and drink as much coffee as she can. After a few hours of overthinking, she didn’t notice that someone was trying to converse with her. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” She asked, taking out both her earphones..
“I’m so so sorry and I know you don’t know me and this is totally invasive, but is there any way I can borrow your phone for like two seconds? Mine is dead and I am never going to catch a cab in this rain.”