chaos.

"Still avoiding him then?" He asked despite already knowing her answer, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jackets. Zero would want to be far away from somebody he once thought was a friend if they cut off all ties after sleeping together. "Worth it for the tips." Zero countered, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. He laughs loudly, barking almost as his shoulders shook with mirth at the look on her face. "Oh you're saying I come out with bullshit?" He chuckles this time, "Pot meet kettle." He teases.

"Until my dying day." It's dramatic but her ego couldn't handle having to be around him. It was embarrassing and she couldn't help but resent him forever because it was all his fault. Just as she's about to nod in agreement when he echos her words, it shifts into a gapped mouth. "Me, the kettle?" Her hand moves to her chest before she rolls her eyes. "We need to team up, imagine the bullshit we'd come up with. We could probably talk ourselves out of murder. Who's our first victim?"

Being the friend in question had the hospital's security turning to look at Quinn disapprovingly. A quick flash of an apologetic smile is offered, turned more to a grimace as she glances at Murphy's hobbling form coming towards her. "Why don't we go take a seat, Murph, and I'll get you wheeled over somewhere a little more comfortable?" This seemed to please the guard enough, though they were barely out of an ear shot before Murphy's parting quip sounded.

"What an angel, she is. Look at that face." If she could reach quinn, she would have cupped her cheek lovingly but she only raises her hand momentarily before it drops. The look at the guard is one with a scrunched nose and slight disgust since he was anything but an angel and she observed him as such. "Thank you for your understanding and help. It's nice to have some kind staff in here." Now her voice grows louder while she's being wheeled away.

"There's a psychic next door?" Clearly she'd missed any signage that may have been plastered to the left of the bar, which she intentionally walked into at an ungodly hour of the day, when no one though a foamy lager or a tequila shot was a good idea. "Damn, maybe I did mean to walk in that door instead." Sunny eyed the demeanor of the other, casting a glance back at the door to read the hourly sign posted on the window. It was backward as it was meant to face the outside, but thankfully with the sun shining through she could tell that the bar was indeed open. "I actually meant to come in here though, I know, weird. And surprisingly I haven't had a shitty day, just a really exhausting week. I just got back from Florida and when I tell you I hate that flight — I hate that flight." She plopped herself down on an empty stool (they were all empty) and dropped a fifty dollar bill on the table. "You can keep the change if I can get the best beer you have on tap. Surprise me."

Murphy looks her over and then nods her head. "She's kind of secretive about it because she had the weirdest of clients coming in that wanted to speak to past pets and like animals they accidentally hit with their car." Or maybe the psychic was the crazy one. Could be both. It wasn't surprising when people came in and began to tell her about their day so the smile that fixed on her mouth was there out of habit more than anything. "Well, sit down then." The fifty dollar bill was more than enough to cheer her up as she looked at her draft beer and began to pour one of her favorite. "Well, hopefully you're going on that flight a few more times for my sake if you continue to come in here and drop the big bucks."

"you're getting rid of these pods faster than I could ever before they go stale and have to throw them away." she clarified not really caring about the extra cost but rather the fact it was finally getting used. "I know that you have a hankering for coffee and that you dont' take it with any flavoring. i don't know if that's knowing too much."

"Do they get stale?" She wouldn't know any different because she's used to drinking cold pots of coffee made by coworkers who got it a few hours before her so she wasn't too difficult with her caffeine. "Actually, my caffeine order is far more personal than even my latest STI test results." Now she grins, "I'm just fucking with you." Murphy just hated talking about herself.

Thadd pretended to think about it, twisting his head over his shoulder to check out behind him. "I do have a nice ass..." At least, he'd never heard any complaints.

Murphy can't help but shake her head at the idea of him saving the long chin hair that she was in constant battle with. It felt like the thing grew twice as fast over night even though she was constantly plucking it. "That wouldn't be the worse way to be remembered." She has to admit that even though she would have liked to be stuffed like a taxidermy animal and propped up in his closet.

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Murphy looks over at Sadie and then smiles at her. "This is a great question." She would be suck an asshole with slime because she knows that dropping it on carpet basically is the bane of anyone's existence and they may as well just burn the house down and start over then try to get that out. "I'd put sand and some glitter in there. Just because once that's in someone's house, there is no getting rid of it." She didn't know what she would do with the slime outside of using it for some bad intentions so naturally, she was thinking about the worst possible things to put in it. "What would you put in it?"

Zero snorts, unflattering and unabashed at Murphy's flashing comment. "You know you'd get paid to do that at The Doghouse. You'd probably make a killing to. Don't go giving it out for free, Murph." He leans against the wall next to her, bumping her shoulder encouragingly. "You do smell quite ripe," He teases, wrinkling his nose in feigned disgust. "When d'you last shower, Murph?"

"I'm well aware but the trauma of having to see you know who just isn't worth it." Murphy says with a shake of her head. "I'm still traumatized from the bachelor party, I have yet to get over it." Pulling her shirt to her nose, she gives him a look of outrage. "I took a whore's back yesterday night." She shakes her head. "Your nose is too close to your mouth."

"I've heard if you send out invites to really rich people, they could send you a really nice gift through their secretary, you could try that." her naill dug into her thumb hoping that that would stop any more questions about her own marriage.

"I've heard that too. It was a twitter thread and now i'm tempted to try it but I need to figure out where these people live and I've got no idea how to google that shit." She wasn't the most technological person. "I wonder if there's like an inventory or does facebook ask for how much you make yearly?"

"murphy." archie said in a firm voice, cocking a brow, "you know i'm fine." though, sometimes he did question whether or not she knew something else and was why she liked to tease him about it all. "we've always been mutual chaos," he admitted with a shrug, "it's like... our thing. we fight, we fuck, we're fine." archie would never be one to claim his marriage was healthy because it was anything but, and whilst he appreciated murphy's desire to not have him pay for therapy, deep down he knew he needed it for his own personal growth. "my parents were great, no childhood trauma," he sighed, "no underlying reasons as to why sometimes i'm just a bit of a cunt. it's how it is."

Murphy stares at him with her hands on her waist. "Do I?" Of course she does, she knows she would have seen if something was off. Right now she was just pulling at his leg and rolls her eyes when he describes his marriage. "Sounds like forever type shit. You know people usually outgrow that type of behavior. It's the kind of shit you go through in your twenties and then you stop." Not that she was any better but she was younger so she had a pass. "You just love to be one, don't lie to yourself. You choose it." She shrugs and stares back at you. "I hope she gives it back to you just as hard."

"Lucky? Pretty hasn't gotten me shit, Murph."

"That's hardly the truth. I've seen so many customers give you a few more dollars because of your pretty ass." Maybe they were that drunk but she doesn't think so.

"Well you should know the description of every D considering how you get around," Fiona says, tongue in cheek, as if she's just made a great joke. "Actually so true though, he does seem like the type to try and scale down the side of the building, doesn't he?" Somehow, her mind turns them both instantly into a couple of old ladies wearing fur coats and acting like they had nothing to do with the mysterious murder of their rich husband — except it's not a murder, it's just a bad prank, and it's not a rich husband, just some freak from their building. "Love the idea of dressing in Thadd's clothes to take him down, imagine his face when the cops break his door down. We'll have to be there too to take a picture. Great blackmail."

"They all blur together at this point." She says with a roll of her eyes because it was pretty the opposite. Murphy was all alone apart from the weirdo neighbour who kept finding excuses to knock on her door at 3am. "He does. He probably thinks he can survive with a few broken limbs or a punctured lung but wouldn't be able to make it through this world disfigured. He looks like shit so I'm not sure where he got his delusions from." She pauses, bringing her hand down to her thigh."Right! The alarms go off and we run out to watch the show, tear off the clothes and put them in our cars before sneaking them back into Thadd's room when he's gone. Kayla would let us in." Felt like a solid plan to her. "I've got the shitty iphone so I don't know if mine is best to take high definition pictures from afar so we'll use yours for that."

— MURPHY ALTMAN ; the penalty box.

Murphy turns to look at the person nearby, hoping its someone she knows rather than another drunken 1 out of 10 thinking he's a solid four. Luckily for her, it was Zero and she visibly relaxes with a smile. "Showed them my tits." She jokes before leaning against the wall. "I think it was pity, honestly. Maybe the stench of desperation." But she only did it because she had to get paid for the nights she was avoiding Buddy at the dog house.

Rafa shakes his head and lets out a surprised laugh. Murphy's relentless bluntness — probably enhanced by the hangover, but maybe not — is consistently refreshing. It's one of the reasons, he thinks, that Theo likes her so much; not just because she's funny (though that too) but because she's so accessible. There's not much guessing where her head's at, and it's a quality Rafa's always respected in people, because not many have it.

"A what?" She squints at him. It's both too early and requires too many brain cells for her to even guess what he means with his smart vocabulary.

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