head up in the clouds

“This is what happens when you buy the good shit.” He watched her with an amused smile. “I’m more interested in seeing the kind of girl you are after the whiskey.”

Harper gave playful eyes as she finished off the sip, placing the glass between the two of them, silently, a bit playfully indicating they were now officially sharing it. She turned in the barstool to face him more, making a point for her leg to turn inside his, knee moving up his thigh intentionally. “That might be the reason I don’t drink it often. It’s a very exclusive group who I let see that side of me.”

Vienna: Honestly, I think a part of it may be because I'm indecisive as well. Like, how do I know what name fits properly until they're born? Or how do I know I won't pick a name and tell everyone about it then end up hating it the very next day? It's something so simple but it's also a lot.

Vienna: Oh no, I think I get what you mean. I've got a few options in mind but I also don't really want to say them out loud to other people just yet because you know -- what if they hate the names and then judge me before I've even named my child? It's a big decision.

Vienna: Really? You mean, you didn't have a few names that you were tossing between or had shortlisted? They're only going to have this name for the rest of their lives so it already feels like a huge deal.

Vienna: I've never experienced pressure like this before until now. Naming a child and picking the right one has so much gravity to it.

“You can just admit it. I made the better choice.”

“Shhhh,” Harper smirked a little, taking another sip of his drink. “I just might have a little more whiskey girl in me than I let on.”

Logan: Now you're just backing out of your stance.

“Anything more than 3 syllabus should work for you, right?” He asked as if it was a genuine question. “I’ve never been in a physical fight because of it if that is what you are asking.”

“I don’t know, hair straightener has more than 3 syllables,” she played into it, smile subtle as she looked back. “I feel like that’s only a matter of time.”

“It isn’t about being too soft. I’m just too smart to end up in a confrontation with a brute. Use big enough because words and they are too confused to know if you are still fighting.”

"Now I know when you start using big words with me you’re just trying to stop me from hitting you,” she mused with a little grin. “Has that always worked for you or has it ever backfired?”

“Of course. It’ll be something along the lines of ‘To Harper: Who taught me that two is not always better than one, who makes it look easy every day.’ How does that sound?” Personally, Kyson felt that he nailed it. “Well good, that seems like it’s probably very deserved.” 

“Ooooh. I do like that. People are gonna think I’m your boo though. Are you comfortable with that?” Harper teased, playful little wiggle of her brows at him. “I don’t know about that, but some days it feels necessary.”

Logan: I said that you have a possibility of being right but the possibility of being wrong is a lot more likely.

Logan: Sure. I can't say that 100% there isn't any other possibility but I can say knowing the facts that it isn't likely.

Logan: Ah yes because in the history of conversation it always just changes the other person's mind about themselves when instantly contradicted.

Logan: I don't think that I need time.

Logan: You know, I don't see a lot of binging nights in our future.

Logan: I think that is safe to say that is not on my watch list.

Andrea: Not that I remember? Might've, but I probably blocked it out if she did. Still sounds like entirely too much effort, but hey if it makes you and the kids happy, who am I to say it's completely unnecessary?