Well, now it’s more confusing than bad. ” —— who? “
"Fine. Pretend. If it makes your life less empty."

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we're not kids anymore.
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Well, now it’s more confusing than bad. ” —— who? “
"Fine. Pretend. If it makes your life less empty."
” … okay, that shit looks bad. “
Confused does not begin to explain this. "Dave?"
Did we come here to write history, or did we come here to make it?
He desperately needed an escape from this dull conversation he was having ( and would rather not keep on going ); as equally dull as the event itself. The atmosphere is just dreadful and unbelievably fake. His only escape had been the liquor so far, but wait. Someone’s arrived. Someone familiar. And just like that—- boom. One voice makes it all better.
” Could’ve been worse. “
Being around David feels like finding something to keep himself afloat after days at sea; it's relief and ease, and the knowledge that it'll be over soon, but at least he won't be struggling. Lucien doesn't often let himself think about the deeper meanings to that feeling, struck by the contradiction between his morals and his emotions, but he does consider David a friend without which he could not have survived.
"Lucky I'm here. Your night just got a whole lot better."
The gentle hum of artificial music swirls in the background along with stale smoke and false sophistication. Half the guests reek of cheap liquor or politician's lies, whilst the other half spew meaningless words like the pampered sheep they are. He sips disdainfully at the wine in his hand, and walks over to their dear host.
"Not one of your best, Dave."
workwithoutworking
We have to talk.
We have nothing to talk about.
tokillabarton
"Four pages on The Miller's Tale, due tomorrow."
“Maybe, huh?”
"If it's important, probably not."
— ” I take it you have a preference for older music?”
"Of course. Old music always manages to speak without actually speaking. There's no b e a u t y today. Everything's so simple."
"Yeah, for a good reason ”
"I suppose you like pop music and Twilight, too, huh?"
corruptedadonis
@notyourgbf
mxtamorph
"They don't make music like this anymore."
notasororitychick
periierat
oscxrp
"Sometimes I can't believe people actually read those."
He's talking about the bane of his existence, known by the more popular name, Twilight.
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rxgidulous
"Lucien can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message and maybe he'll get back to you."