developmental

“What kind of quirks you get from yours if you don’t mind me asking? I’m assuming you’re a good cook? But I must agree, home-made Mexican food is always great because you’re putting a bit of yourself in your food. Yes, I’m originally from Jamaica, then Queens, New York and lastly Beverly Hills.” She answered, with a proud smile. “I’d be the judge of that. It can’t be as bad as me, I was so drunk I one time I bought four kittens.” She laughed at the memory. “On the behalf of us youngins, that makes me proud to know you appreciate our hard work. I’m Toryland, by the way, and you are?”

Hmm, I’d have to say, alex, lauren, wren and my baby, arlo (because i know he isn’t that much of a sweetheart).

“She doesn’t mind, I’m sure her living room, is disarray as we speak. If anything, she’d probably pick out the things that she’d probably wear.” She chuckled. Sighing, the least she could do was help her put her clothes back inside the box if anything. Picking up a few shirts, she placed them into the box.

“Easier said then done, especially since I don’t have a significant other. I’m planning a wedding for my mother who’s getting remarried in a few weeks.” He sighed and raised an eyebrow at her, tapping his fingers against the counter of the bar. “There are plenty of things to do around here besides getting drunk.”

“My father taught me if I had nothing meaningful to say that I should just shut up...something that I have yet to learn, if I‘m being honest.” She shrugged, thinking back to her crazed biological dad. “Magazine’s are so pointless, no one really reads them anymore , well not the people who age range it targets. I can’t remember the last time I read a magazine, now blogs are where it’s at.” She said matter of factly. “By that time, you’d probably be married with kids.”

“you really trying to play me like you don’t care, tor ? we both know that you do. but one the flip side, i’m not admitting shit, so you can think whatever you want.” he responds, but he’s grinning softly because, despite but much they annoyed each other, she was technically right. "oh, please. don’t threaten me with that i’m gonna go elsewhere shit. one, we both know you wouldn’t. you would miss me. who else are you gonna find that just share their weed, gives you free coffee ? no one. you love me, but the bullshit.” he teases softly. “yeah, yeah.” his eyes roll, making his way out to her car. despite all the bullshit, he didn’t like hearing that she had a bad day. “what happened ? anyone’s ass i need to kick ? “

“It could’ve been, I’m sure I’ll discover some more bad traits down the line. It’s cheap and delicious I don’t care who tries to compete with them, they’ll lose. In Beverly Hills, my friends hated me because I bought Taco Bell damn near every day. You’re not steering my curiosity if anything I’m more intrigued but I’d let the topic rest for the moment.” She smiled and playfully winced at his words. “Yet older people blame us for all the problems. Uh, that would be Gen Z, those fuckin’ idiots. We’re very hung up on change which is a good thing, socially and personally.”

“The heavens are good then,” Toryland mumbled under her breath before smiling politely at the other. It’s not that, the girl didn't want to entirely help the other but she wasn’t dressed for the occasion either. “Technically no, but my mother does. I’m kind o helping her out around the house, you know how it is.” She said nonchalantly, not really wanting to go into detail of her mother’s condition. 

“what’d i tell you about calling me sissy?” he groans, rather dramatically, hand pushing hers away as he squeezed his cheek. this was common for them, the banter, and she knew exactly how to get a rise out of him, especially after a long day. “i’m gonna cut your damn ass off if you keep being rude to me, tor.” he speaks, though they’re both likely aware that she’s one of his favorite people to smoke with, and that wasn’t likely to happen. “charge me gas money my ass. i’m gonna charge you money for smoking my weed.” his eyes roll, moving to finish up some closing procedures so they could leave, but not before getting her a coffee how he knew she liked it.

She made a face, indicating that there may be some truth to his assumption. “I won’t fight you on that one, it runs in my family. Like you need a reason to spend ten dollars at Taco Bell, it’s bomb as hell. I wonder how much you’ve spent drunk, I actually wanna test that out now.” She gave him a suggestive look. “And planning seeds for a drug war or as they like to call it, a war on drugs, don’t forget about that. Okay, maybe my generation isn’t so bad in comparison.”

“After this I’m definitely going to never get married, and if I do I’m going to turn to alcohol in my time of wedding planning.” He sighed softly, running his fingers through his hair before he reached for his drink. He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip before setting it back down. “You’re right, I could just move them all the way to the back and they would never really know the difference. – Hey! I think I’m doing a pretty alright job for someone who’s never planned a wedding.”