little white lies

Olivia tried her best not to roll her eyes at the stranger. “Even if it’s incoherent, the barista still obviously said my name. Unless we share the same name, it really isn’t as good an excuse as you might think.” 

“Maybe it’s the mom brain but I swear she said mine. Whatever -- either way, just take it.” Brielle shrugged lazily as she held out the cup to the other woman. “Clearly you need it a hell of a lot more than me given as you’re so miffed off already.”

“I mean, sure, you can have an ice cream in the winter under the right circumstances, but you’re not going out to the ice cream shops; you’re not eating it walking around. It’s a totally different experience once there’s more of a chill in the air.”

“Wow, who died and crowned you the ice-cream police? If you think the cold weather is going to stop everyone from hitting the ice-cream shops then I hate to break it to ya pal, but you are dead wrong. And I’m not just saying that from experience or because I have a very eager little 6 year old who would prove you otherwise.”

Preston: Because I'm good looking enough to rock something hideous and make it look good?

“Right,” she said doubtfully but shrugged it off. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just have a bad hangover. Stayed out late,” she lied but it was believable.

“Again?” Brielle questioned. She had a real hard time buying it but it was also difficult to buy anything her sister said these days. “How’s all the new found freedom treating you?” 

Preston: I need help picking out new glasses. Please send me your resume.

Quentin: Death? That is morbid. Hopefully by the time he goes to college things will be more chill. It would be very cruel of you if you did. When are you free?

Quentin: Sounds like a good time and also a good way to tire yourself out. I take it there are not a lot of quiet afternoons for you. I wouldn't want to see you if it didn't seem like fun to me.

Quentin: What does your son like to do outside of school? I realize I don't know much about him. If I took time out with you on a date would that count?

“A joke where me being the fuck up is the punchline? Very original.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, alright? I’m sorry. What’s got your head all in a tail spin lately?”

“But you’ve still got no proof of any wrong-doings on my end, so what do I care?” Preston played along, his smile subtle but present as he tilted his head at her. “No, jokes like that are two thousand and late, we’re doing razor blades in Milky Ways now.”

“Mmmhm, and the sounds like exactly something a psychopath would say. Innocent until proven guilty, right?” Brielle smirked as she continued to play into it. “Since when did jokes suddenly have to get such a violent twist to them? I feel like you’ve been watching to many crime series on Netflix that you’re getting all these weird and morbid ideas all up in your head now.”

“I’m not going to just make you privy to my hobbies and what I do on my own time,” Preston shook his head, deadpanning for a moment, but a little smile slipped out. “You’re supposed to be doing that anyways, do you ever watch the news? Get with the times!” Preston teased with a shake of his head.

“You’re not really doing a great job of hiding that fact that you might just be some kind of psycho serial killer or something or rather.” Brielle teased, pretending to glare at him for added effect before her own smile poked through. “Look - I’m not very up to date with what’s hip and not. Last I heard, Jimmy Kimmel was still getting parents to tell their kids that they ate all their Halloween candy and that was what? A few years ago now?”

“Love coming over and being reminded what a stain I am in the family name. So refreshing to hear. God forbid Kailyn be anything like me.”

“Oh would you quit it already? That was meant as a joke - no need to be so self-depreciating.”

Quentin: Guess that is true for you. At least your boss us cute though. Not really glum. Just feel like between work and obligations my time is never my own.

Quentin: Remember when you thought being an adult would be fun cause you were in charge of your time? That was a lie.

“Razor blades in Halloween candy go hand in hand nowadays, I think every year there’s a new story, so I was just playing off the norm at this point.”

“I note that there was no denial at all. You didn’t even try to fight it but I feel like now I’m going to have to empty out my kids candy before he eats it. Check if there’s any razors in there. Especially if he goes trick or treating round your neighborhood.”