Alex Scott

Thoughts on the Cobalt family?

...What’s the survey for? Aren’t you an architect?

You didn’t hear? Oh it was brilliant. There is a blood thirst gang out for the kill. I’m trying to get in on it, they killed some guy, Cameron Cobalt, was it?

Brilliant? A man has been murdered, and you call that brilliant? Okay David, you and your bloodlust need to slow the fuck down. A man is dead. A person’s son, father, or husband, is dead. Making jokes about death is fine, I don’t care about that. But you do not make jokes about a real life event where someone is murdered, and then outwardly say you want to join the group who did it. You may be completely numb and heartless, but even then you should at least have the decency to give the family respect and not fucking laugh about it in public, every chance you get.

…what? When? How? Do they know who did it?

Yeah, right. Me and the bears, alone... in the forest. Stay safe? Do they not think this is a one time thing? Jesus Christ... You too then Annie... Too bad this didn’t happen when we were all camping, then your horror film reality dream would have come true... [pauses and runs her fingers through her hair] How’s Axel doing? His family must be pretty distraught.

[sniffles] It’s fine. Everything will be fine.

They tell me there’s been murder, and not the cool kind.

...what? When? How? Do they know who did it?

Oh man. It’s hard to make a joke at a time like this. I feel sorry for the family of that poor man who was killed.

What do you mean? Someone’s been killed?

[Laughing] A bloodthirsty gang? Where can I sign up.

What?

[yawns] Hmm did you say something?

You’re snoring... not the most attractive thing to do when sitting in a waiting area. Now that you’re awake though, what can I do for you today, Adonis?

Can someone help me find my clothes?

...what happened to you...?

[cautiously sips a can of beer and spits it out] Gross! Why do people drink this?!

You think that's gross? Come on Jesus, live a little. Here, try this. [hands him a shot of whiskey while holding another one for herself]

My sons decided to have a food fight…all around the house.

Your sons? Okay, either you had a teen mom experience in high school, or your skin is made out of rubber and botox.

Freya leaned against the bar, looking at the customer. “So, what can I get you tonight?”

She rapped her fingers on the table and smiled at the girl. "Depends, what do you have on tap?"

Yeah; this is work. Nice of you to drop by; I get a little lonely. [Smiles] It’s not that posh, trust me, you should see the kitchen.

Oh good, maybe I'll stop by more often then. Keep you on your toes. [laughs] I'm sure it's not as bad as the one in the town hall. Oh wait, we don't even have one. [looks around awkwardly before asking] Care to give me a tour or shall I get lost in this fancy place on my own?