you die like angels sing

“So I’ve been told, but watch yourself. I’m a married man.”

“Soap opera - that’s funny. It appears that I am. Faces and names aren’t really popping up so everyone is becoming just this blur to me. I’ll gladly take the drink, though.”

“That’s certainly unfortunate, not to mention inconvenient. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Maybe getting drunk will help the whole brain swelling go down and you can remember all those you hate.”

“I haven’t exactly been keeping track.”

“I don’t recall ever wronging you, Olivia.”

Any of those have anything to do with you?

“I’m offended by the accusation. I like to think I’m a little more sophisticated than petty crime.”

“Some idiot puked on my shoes, so please don’t even think about starting shit. I’m already in a shitty mood.”

“What do you mean by starting shit? I just wanted to see what your rates were. Sorry about your shoes, friend.”

“ Who are you? Where am I? ”

“...Iago. And you’re in the hospital, obviously. If you’re having a soap opera moment, I can visit later, but I did bring you something to drink.”

“So what’s the word, bird?”

“Car accidents, fires, a rather nasty mugging. You know, typical day in Verona.”

“You just weird me out is all, Iago.”

“Well that’s rude, especially since this our, what? Second conversation?”

“Fat chance. I’ll give you back your seat if it means you won’t bitch about it.”

“I don’t think the word bitch applies to me in this situation. I’m sorry you mistook my amusement for anger.”

“I’m not...lost. I just needed to get some air. I’m fine, actually.”

“You don’t look fine. Are you sure there isn’t something you need? You’d might be surprised at what you can find around here.”

Valentina crossed her arms over her chest, holding her glare. “What could you possibly help me with?”

“You look a little out of place and a little lost. Do you have a specific destination in mind, or am I right to assume?”

“You really don’t have to cover the next round, it’s fine – okay, if you insist.”

“Actually, I was going to ask that you buy mine since you stole my seat. Do you ask people for a lift home after you’ve robbed them, too?”