Rock

“Actually my show is considered essential, it’s bringing the news to the world, and laughs.”

Can’t believe you fucking got me out here.

I….yes. And if you hate it, let me know.

Mmm.

Pop a squat. What’ll it be?

Whatever’s closest to your hand.

Yeah, we’ll probably work something out with Tom to have an open bar. At least for my favorites.

I may walk through if I’m in the area.

Yeah, early November. At Tom’s place actually.

November 9. You’re welcome to stop by

Bar tab?

Wedding prep. My sister insists I be a part of the color scheme picking. Said we’re late in picking it or something.

Didn’t know you were doing... that. Bully for you.

If I look at another color swatch, I may go insane.

Especially in this city.

Everyone’s got a fucking opinion to share here.

I like you too.

You’re no bullshit. And you don’t brag about it. It’s fucking refreshing.

Easy peasy.

Ok, I’ll meet you then.

Yeah, I’ll be fine. And I’ve got a pistol if I’m not.

Hm. I’ll be over there when you’re ready.

Sure. This should only take me an hour or so.

We could grab lunch at Tom’s?

Sure. You going to be okay?

It’s for work. Can’t say too much, bureau business.

You?

Picking up parts. Need someone to walk with you back?

Meh. It got better.

Good.

I sprained my ankle and was on crutches awhile, and THAT opened my eyes to a whole new world of this city being shitty.

Whole ass lives.

Rough.