The Loft

                    Her eyes immediately squint. Was Nick seriously so damaged, that he would let someone invade his home && act as if HE was the guest intruding their space? Of course he was… “Thanks.” She spoke slowly, unscrewing the cap of her bottle. “Is the game going to bore me to death? If so, I’m not sharing any of my vodka with you.” As she speaks, Cece takes a spot up on the couch, relaxing against the somewhat comfortable surface quite easily.

                  “what a fun fact — damaged goods. && yeah,                same deal. the gorilla would win. Every single time.”

                “… quick question, were you dropped on your head                      multiple times as a child? oh && gorilla, duh.”

@grumpybartender liked for a starter from cece

          “ I know Jess isn’t here, && no Schmidt isn’t trying to fit himself in a cupboard butt naked again. I don’t actually know if anybody’s home… I just, wanted to drink vodka on your couch. I GUESS you could join me if you want? ”

❝Why do I feel like I’m negotiatin’ with a two year old?❞

She placed a patronising hand on his shoulder. “Miller, there is nothing wrong with being sensitive – you know that, yes?”

❛ well — — — — — it is a beanie ❜

                         INSTAGRAM AESTHETIC: NICK MILLER !

         “What is money anyway? It’s just paper that some king on a mountain said was worth something. Gold I understand, it’s shiny.”

                  “I like your hat. I like how it’s not a team or a logo-- it’s just blue.”

                        “Is calling a call shawty still cool?”

                            “I would trust Beyonce with my life.”

                   “I can’t lie -- that’s why I don’t play poker or talk to pregnant ladies.” 

                          “who wins -- me versus gorilla, go.”