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“aw, fuck you! this isnt even– i bet you made that up, and that’s why you won’t let me see your phone. you just want me to have a shitty tattoo. a pimp would get that tattoo. do i look like a pimp?” she doesn’t look like a drug dealer, either, but here she is. “…. if you’ll pay for it, ill get a really tiny version between my tits. and it’ll be a pink leopard. ill sketch it for ‘em. that way, it… fits me more.” can’t pass down something free, apparently.

       “Philip, as in I work at Starbucks.”

       He doesn’t actually respond to anything that’s said until he’s sure the other is completely finished. It’s a lot to take in at once, especially with the extra fog that seemed to be over his brain at the moment. The sound of his voice saying anything could be described as annoying to him, and so it’s not his fault that he doesn’t really want to bother listening. Mostly.

      “So can I take that as you don’t know what’s going on?” No, what was most important to him was just getting himself home and away from whatever this was. He really didn’t want to think about what could have gone on last night.

        “oh.”  the gleam in jesse’s eye disappears and he slouches over, looking dejectedly around the room for something else to say  ----  especially since he seemingly had less of a chance than philip who works at starbucks to know what was going on.  “i mean... no.”  he shrugs and hops off the table to turn around and get a proper look at what he had been seated on before promptly deciding to sit back on it.  “...not really.”

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“YOU REALLY shouldn’t frown so much, you’ll get wrinkles. and then no one will want to date you. ”

“…. really?” no offense to anyone who has that exact tattoo, but, “ew. that don’t sound like me. i’d say the stars have spoken, but rebellin’ against the stars.” just this once. “what’s yours?”

“leo,” she answers almost immediately, already bobbing and weaving to try and sneak a peak at his screen. nosy as always. “why? you got my horoscope up? what’s it say??”

            Pip does roll his eyes, even though it’s something that he might say himself. Actually, only moments ago had he been thinking about how completely suspicious this situation could be, and it wasn’t an idea that he had moved away from by any means. Maybe he didn’t completely mean to be one, but he was definitely a hypocrite. He would blame on just wanting to get this whole ordeal over with as quickly as he could.

           “Right, whatever. I’m Philip Harper. Now that I’ve given out my name, could I get yours?” He could also give out the information that more people knew him by ‘Pip’ than by Philip, but he really didn’t need anything else that might make him look less intimidating than he could. Being totally hungover and confused was definitely not a good look for him. Hand finally moves from the wall, as he actually feels steady standing where he was. So far, his legs hadn’t failed him. “And do you have any idea what the hell is going on?”

        “phillip?like a banker?”  jesse hums and his legsstop swinging and instead he shakes his foot, too much energy, too littleoptions for an output – especially in a high charged situation like discoveringwho the hell jesse had been sharing a bed (etc etc wink wink?) with that night.  “cool name.”  he nods.  “jesse.”   he then lets out a grin which is, by far, his most used facial expressionin this conversation. something about the whole interaction had him, well,buzzing (the leg shaking can be used as an example for exactly why that wordfits in describing how jesse feels).

              “Am I? I don’t know. Maybe.” I started to turn away from him, my heart ramming against my chest, “Fuck off.”