I'm an acquired taste; like cheap whiskey.

So that’s where they went... <.<

Both it is! *Knows this, just still feels like an outsider in my best friend’s life half the time*

Thanks! *yells, tossing your bill down and plucking up a menu for a new restaurant, feels like an outsider in my own skin*

Sweet or savoury? *calls out, wishes you would open up and let me in, tries not to think it’s because I don’t mean enough to you to let in*

Both! *yells back, cringing as I see your Time Warner Cable bill, doesn’t open to anyone... ever*

I know you would. *Is also lying, knows you too well but isn’t going to force you to change*

Yup... *convinces myself that I’m fine with us lying like this, decides to rifle through the mail on your coffee table while you get the snacks*

There never is. *relents and gets snacks instead*

*watches you head to the kitchen, calls out* You know I would talk if there was... *trails off, is lying and sure that you know it*

A few more of those and you’ll definitely think so. No chance you want to talk about it?

Nothing to talk about. *says with a shrug, never has been good at the talking thing*

*sighs and lets you drink* At least you’re not calling me Pasty…yet..

*lets out a snort of a laugh* Pasty Patsy... I am quite clever.

Yes, well of those two only one I can control.

*nods and pours myself another drink* True, Patsy.

I’d rather you didn’t get alcohol poisoning on the cheap stuff.

That’s a quantity not quality issue, Babe.

I’ve got things to do. Like getting drunk.

Grandma yes