tonight we go

“I might say this every year, but nothing gets me more ready for the holidays than hearing ‘ I feel it in my fingers. I feel it in my toes. Christmas is all around me and so the feeling grows.’ If you know what that’s from, I solemnly swear that we can be up to no good and I will buy you a shot.”

she’s looking at him curiously, feeling like he’s some sort of genie who can read her mind. “ how’d you do that? are you…y’know…clairvoyant? ” it’s a pitiful attempt at deflecting, but she’s not quite up to facing her failures just yet.

“Well, now it’s much more common so there are plenty of vegan options and substitutes. My mom used to make green bean casserole when we were kids. Now it is a side dish to a vegan holiday roast she gets at Whole Foods. They always encouraged us to be vegan, but they wanted us to make our own decisions. I’m like 60% vegan. I don’t worry about it when I’m out eating, or at a friends, or traveling. Almost all my cooking at home is vegan though, and I will often take vegan, or vegetarian choices when offered.”

❝  that’s pretty cool, never heard of that. i’ve been all over, but it’s places like chicago, new orleans, jersey, boston, mostly all take the meat and the sea food to the next level. and i deal in alcohol, that has its own rules for most people.  ❞

Eloise raised her eyebrows, eyeing the bills in his hand. “Unless it’s enough to buy diamonds. Then you can definitely just give me the money. And– it’s not.” She followed him with another soft oink, chased with a quiet giggle. “D’you know what people think when they see a fit man with a box of fattening things? They think he’s ‘carbo-loading.’ When they see a thin girl with a box of fattening things, the first thought is ‘Oh, she’s going to get fat.’  We make excuses for men without even thinking about it, it’s how we’ve been programmed. So – yes, you have to buy them. And then we’ll pretend like you’re my doting boyfriend, handing his sweet thing a box of sweet things.”

❝  i don’t know what’s more frightening to me, that you just gave me a lecture on societal chauvinism when i’m already on my way to the counter or that you’ve just stereotyped me just like how people stereotype thin girls and then essentially referred to yourself as sweet thing.  ❞ he looks amused, shaking his head before paying at the counter with an appreciative smile at the cashier. ❝  how about we not pretend. i’m just a well-wishing bartender whose club you go to, and because it’s festive season, ❞  he hands her the box with a polite head-tip forward. ❝  have a good christmas. ❞

“Does anyone actually like turkey? I mean, doesn’t it only exist because it’s not socially appropriate to just eat spoonfuls of gravy?”

❝  i don’t know, i’ve had three women come in stressing about screwing up their birds, too dry, too undercooked, why cook something y’don’t like right? gravy on the other hand will go well with potatoes — or bread — or take a leaf outta asian books and use white-rice and tapioca. ❞

“are you always this charming or is that just because of my meat opinions? either way, i’m not complaining. you know what’s worse than advertising? those facebook or instagram videos of really decadent foods.”

❝  hey what can i say, i’m nice to customers and i mix good if i say so m’self. give me honey roasted chicken with jacket potatoes and gravy any day. don’t even — i already spend way too much time watching those like a ZOMBIE every morning, drool coming out my mouth, brain turning to mush, real sexy. really burns my street cred, cause i’m s-o cool.  but hey, turkey aside, bet the holidays are always welcome right? ❞

“honestly, it is great. although, it becomes a little creepy because i assume he’s expecting something in return and that’s just not gonna happen. i don’t think so, anyway. a lawyer? that sounds kind of unlikely though.”

“you never score any leftovers, though? that’s just sad. you should try it sometime.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever had turkey that didn’t come in a ziplock bag, so, I wouldn’t fucking know either way. Thanksgiving dinner is pointless, anyway. What the hell  are we even celebrating? Togetherness? Fucking pass.” 

❝  i’m no historian, but i do know a good percentage of the natives mourn instead, so i just keep my head down stay in my own damn lane. so family not big with you then?  ❞

false.

false, FALSE, false, true.

i don’t know... why do people like dark chocolate? i like maturity, i like experience, i like being the one that gives them that respite from all that white noise in their careers and chaotic personal lives, i like that it’s passionate without the complicated baggage afterward, and i like... things that i really shouldn’t be repeating right here.

pretend? everyone that works at the club’s family c’mon, but if you mean biological family, i really don’t, so false. 

i see lots of people everyday. so sure, true.

... what?

why you gotta do that man? true.