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Will leaned back against the wall, a stupid dopey grin on his face. The brownies he had had were kicking in and he was along for the ride now. “Yeah me too man. That’s why I make them.” He nodded curiously at the other. “You smoke it or just stick to edibles? Or both?”

“i do both, but i tend to smoke more,” he smoked, letting out another laugh, “i find you stay higher for longer and they don’t make you want to never get high again after a few.”

“oh come now, ben, why not?” she laughed bumping him with her bare shoulder. “you don’t come to strip club unless you’re coming to have fun.” 

“i just came to look,” he replied, raising his hands defensively as he smirked, sipping on his drink, “i’m a taken man, now.”

“No problem. Stuck up pricks have no clue what they just threw away. My brownies are a masterpiece.” He licked a spare bit of chocolate from his fingers and glanced at the other grinning when he took another. “You know there’s more where that came from. No need to rush.”

“i know, i know, but i don’t think i can have a third,” he commented, “edibles fuck me up big time.” he’d never worked out why that was, but he wasn’t complaining - the less weed he needed to buy, the more money he saved.

at his words, her head tilted to the side, thoughtful expression as she focused her gaze on the puppy. ❝ i don’t know. he doesn’t look like a max or a brutus. ❞ sofia mused, more to herself than to ben. those were two of the most common names she heard for dogs. ❝ maybe a zeus… or a gus. no clue. probably a good thing i’ve never had to name a pet. ❞

“Zeus sounds pretty fuckin’ cool,” he commented. He wasn’t sure that the dog would live up to that as a name, though, since he seemed too friendly to share one with the king of the Greek gods. Still, he could say that it was used ironically. “You up to anything?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, sure.  Like a date.”  Her voice was full of sarcasm as she playfully rolled her eyes.  Dating was not Frenchie’s thing and she was very okay with people knowing that.  But there was no harm in playing along a little.

“Then I’ll definitely get you a coffee,” Ben smirked, reaching his hand out to offer to carry a couple of bags for her. After all, that was what a gentleman did, right?

when the car started to go on a decent speed , she emptied her lungs in relief . ❝  well , i tried , but my dad refused to pay for it after i failed the third time .   ❞ her weak laughter faded away for a bit ; thinking about her family was still hard for her , so she wasn’t sure why she’d shared that memory to someone she hadn’t known for a long time .  ❝  but i get it , the fee in new york is stupidly expensive .  ❞

“I could maybe help you out with that,” he replied, raising his eyebrow at her. He wasn’t totally sure that Juno had anyone to teach her - at least he had his brother. And he was a good driver; he just thought it was more fun to drive fast and just about avoid crashing.

ben wasn’t able to see how big her eyes were under the black lenses . she adjusted herself on the seat and took a deep breath while putting on the seat belt .   ❝  can you go like … not too fast ?  ❞

“Yeah,” he laughed, “I’ll take it easy.” He stuck the car into reverse so he could reverse out of the spaces before pushing the stick into first gear. He thought it would be more fun to see Juno’s reaction if he drove slow enough to not freak her out until he got bored - so he did, for a bit anyway. “So, do you drive?” Ben asked.

her jaw dropped a little at the sight of his parked car , now wondering if she should get in . he was a race driver after all , but the car was parked so poorly she wondered how many times he failed his parallel parking exam .  ❝  nice car— it’s very , um , roomy … ?  ❞ her complient was followed by a slight hint of bitterness .  ❝  t-that’s preferable , yeah .  ❞

Ben rolled his eyes, crouching into the car. He felt like the next five minutes were going to be pretty interesting, whether it be in a good or bad way. He turned the engine on, looking over at Juno. “What about if we drive around for a little bit? You know, just until we think of something,” he smirked.

“Listen, you’d be surprised how many panties get torn or ruined or… taken.”  Now thinking about it, that happened way too often as well and she shook off the sick thought with a laugh.  “I just thought since you’re being so nice today, getting my phone and all, you’d wanna buy me coffee too.”  She could be saying the most ridiculous thing but always sound like it was the most normal thing in the world.  Like how did everyone else not think like she did.  “Have an intervention.”

Ben stuck his hands into his pockets, grinning as he swayed side to side slightly. “You mean like a date?” he teased, raising his eyebrow in her direction. He didn’t really do dates, of course, but it was fun to play around with people.

❝  you challenging me ? ❞ as he stood up , she reached for her hoodie’s pocket and got her obnoxiously red, heart-shaped glasses . pulling down the edge of her skirt and following the boy out .  ❝   are we really leaving without a clue of where to go ?   ❞ she asked as they stepped outside of the diner .

“You could call it that,” he flirted, fishing through his pockets to find his keys before pressing the button to unlock his car. His car was parked near the front of the parking lot, but it was taking up two spaces, as it usually did. Ben could’ve parked it a lot better, but he also felt like that put his baby at risk. People might hate him for it, but he didn’t care. “Yeah,” he nodded, opening his door, still looking at her over the top, “What, do you need a precise schedule to let you know what you’re doing every minute of every day or somethin’?”

ava feels completely empty-headed for forgetting the order, especially after how long she’s been waitressing, but there’s nothing she can really do about it now except actually remembering to write it down - and hope that it doesn’t affect her tip. unlike a lot of people in this town, all she has for income is her plain, boring job and if her tips fall short, well, so does her rent. “right, of course - duh,” she says, lightly smacking her head. “not sure how i spaced that. are you sure you don’t want strawberries? they’re really tasty!”

“Eh, it’s fine,” he waved his hand dismissively, smiling sweetly up at her. “What about having some on the side? Is that an option that’s available.” He did go to the diner often enough, and he figured the service was frequently good enough to not even think about freaking out about tiny mistakes like this one.

narrowing her eyes at him , a smirk lights up her expression ❝  oh , of course  ❞ the sound of the metal of her rings tapping on the table reminds her of a gun being loaded  ❝  let me go get my nerf gun so i can shoot some styrofoam bullets at you .  ❞

“I dare you to,” he smirked, grabbing the food from the waitress before leaving the money and tip on the table for her, standing up. “You ready to go?” Where to, he wasn’t sure, but if there was one thing he knew how to do was to waste time.