#urydice

[warmgun-blog1]

Alright, it doesn’t look good. Max has his wallet out, four dollars and a few cents all that remain. He’d had plenty for a meal last he checked. ( Prudence and/or Jude are to blame, he’s sure. )

         “Look, I  ---  I’ve had my fair share of shitty waitresses, and you’re not one of them.” There’s a beat during which he climbs to his feet and holds out his hand, palm facing upward, ‘There’s nothing I can do!’. “But I think I’m gonna have to dine and dash. SO SORRY.”

starters.  —  @urydice.

[jeebys-blog]

@urydice​ liked.

          things you are supposed to do when you’re back from a tour of duty:           1. go home           2. see family           3. sleep

          things snafu is doing:           1. stopping by murray’s

          his elbows land on the counter.  he pushes himself up to look over it, like, at the actual behind-the-scenes shit.  it’s kind of like seeing a magician palm a coin ’cause you’re standing behind him while he does it.  ‘ hey.  how bout a coffee. ’

[lookchivalrous-a-blog]

@urydice. sc.

     ‘ you sure you don’t need a hand with that? might go quicker with the two of us. ’ 

[celophanes-blog]

          ‘ what’s your tally on “ old men who try to tip you with their phone number instead of paying ” ? to date, it’s happened to me five times. five times too many. ’ / @urydice.

[madebetter-blog1]

@urydice. sc.

       ‘ i think that fourth cup of coffee might’ve been a mistake. ’ he does look a little twitchy.

[vasilyevna-a]

urydice replied to your post: when you see across the universe roleplayers and...

me w lucy

if i make a prudence u will be the first to know bc i will drag u into making a lucy

[vasilyevna-a]

          ‘  BUT ALL MY    pillows are too hard  !  ‘    /    @urydice.

[mainstreaming-blog]

Stay here with me tonight.

yoo hoo ( accepting )

   “Yah-huh, sure!”

No ifs or buts about it, no second-guessing, no complications. They don’t know each other well enough to complicate things.As it stands, PJ likes Emily for all her callousness, not despite it. She has a hard edge that she doesn’t care to hide and it mightn’t exactly be refreshing, but it’s something honest that PJ likes about her. Sure -- there’s a certain rarity to Em’s abrasiveness, rare to find in people and rarer again to find in women, but rarity was never the thing that guaranteed desirability. There are plenty of rare things in the world that PJ doesn’t like, or that don’t like PJ. But Emily would be Emily no matter how many people like her there are. And it’s the being Emily that PJ would stick around for.

She flags the bartender down for another round. “Can’t invite you back to my place.” Already, she has a lie about having a friend over prepped in case Emily asks why, because the only thing keeping her out is PJ’s overzealous sense of privacy, and it’s easier to fake it than admit you just do not want certain things in certain spaces because you just get weird in your brain about it. But on the bright side; “We can say here ‘till the place closes though, whiiich I think isn’t for ‘nother like, three hours.”

   “Sooo ya got me ‘till then.” Lucky girl. “Drinks’re on me.”