smoke & sunset

“Thank you, I really think we’ll be together forever.” Chase laughed. “Well, then come get some Cuban coffee with me before I got to work.”

“Absolutely. I’ll take it upon myself to get you all caffeinated before you go about poking around people’s insides.”

“How long does it take to make a smoothie.” Markus said with a sigh as he looked at the person between the counter before he shook his head. “Can’t they hire better people.”

“Are you seriously going to spend your whole life being rude? Jesus.”

“I love any kind of coffee. I truly believe coffee and I are soulmates.” He chuckled. “Well, what are you doing right now? I have an hour before I have to be at the hospital, that’s enough time to get Cuban coffee.”

“You two belong together and I wish you all the happiness in the world. And the same thing I do all the time, not a damn thing.”

“I’ve never had one, but now I’ll definitely have to try it. Hey, I can always find some free time for coffee.”

“You’ll love it. Who doesn’t love coffee in little cups? I’ll believe that when it happens.”

“I planned on taking a nap, but there’s no point when I now have to be to work in an hour. I need at least…three more coffees before I can have a coherent conversation with anyone.” 

“You should consider Cuban coffees, those things will wake you right up. It’s amazing. I would invite you to get some with me sometime, but you’re always busy.”

“Okay but here’s the important question. Is it scarier to think we’re alone in the universe, or that were aren’t?”

“Don’t get me started, I need to outstandingly drunk before I have a conversation like that. I might cry. I might cry while drunk, it’s too much to process.”

“I understand, I don’t think I can handle a little mini me if I wanted to one day want a kid. I can be a bitch and the thought of me arguing with well…me, not a pleasant thought. I could actually do that, there is quite a few.”

“I don’t think I’ve yet fathomed the idea of being responsible for a child who will one day be expected to become a functioning member of society. Well, you know I got a type. Hot, charming, probably volunteers at an animal shelter on the weekend. I know that’s sort of a tall order, but I trust you. I think you can make this happen.”

“It’s just hard because it’s only a bagel to me. I understand a bit more though.”

“Fantastic. Great to be on the same page now.”

“I work with people all day,” he argued. “Hell, I work with dead people all day. Isn’t that enough socialising for an entire lifetime?”

“Wait.. Are we talking about really dead or emotionally dead as a side effect of the work force? They do say that the rat race is a killer. But no, I don’t believe so.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I? I mean, really? I’m basically all knowing. It’s okay to be self conscious.”

Louis chuckled and gave a shake of his head, running a hand through his hair. ”I uh, I guess I just started a sort of chain reaction of people’s days being ruined” He joked with a small sigh. “Although, I did try to offer you half of my bagel, so it should be noted that I tried to rectify my mistake. So if this bagel catastrophe ends up being what makes the apocalypse finally happen, then  at least I can rest easy knowing I did everything I could to try and stop it by undoing the wrong I did.”

“Yeah, you did. I don’t know how you’re ever going to live with yourself now. Knowing that you are Patient Zero in a long string of bad days. They do say anger is a disease, you know.” Elliot teased, giving her shoulder a slight shrug. “Well, I guess you’re right. It’s that kind of behavior that’ll get you forgiven for just about anything.”

“Touche. My world is beautiful. It was large puppies that transport you and then beautiful women everywhere. And then maybe one guy to point you to the nearest bathroom. There are no street lights. Everyone just knows how to drive. And then there’s no speed limit, because everyone knows how to drive. It’s just great.”

“I hate to break it to you, big guy, but that sounds incredibly messed up. I mean.. honestly, the street lights? How are people supposed to drive safely at night? What’s the mortality rate of night time pedestrians? I don’t understand any of this at all. This could all be avoided if you just gave me a better job or at least agreed that I could be king. Come on, give me a chance.”

Mason: Again, he broke my nose. And I didn't mean to hurt/scare you.

Mason: Hardly call myself an animal.

Mason: He broke my nose. And it was more a shove than a throw.