by my throat

“It’s not going to be that cold. Just come on in and stop being a tosser, Nik.”

“I understand your desire to see me topless, but I swear I can feel how cold it is from over here. And it’s not even a pleasant type of cold.”

“Ooh, look at that! Who’s quiet now?”

“It’s taking a lot for me to not either slam your head into the wall until you shut up, or mine.”

“Well, maybe you should either shut your trap or get out. Ooh! Nice one.”

“O-Oh.” She closes her mouth tight.

Lifting his head up, slightly surprised at the simple response: one that had no whines, no comeback or even whimpers. The person had done what he’d ask. Nodding, he point at finger at her. “You. What’s your name. I like you.”

“A solid no from me. It’s got to be freezing in there. I’m also enjoying the view from over here”

“Okay, really. What are you talking about?”

“No. The real question is: what are you talking about.”

Maybe I need a couple more shoes……

“Do you have more than two feet that I’m unaware of?”

“Me? Binge watch two season of Orange is the New Black in two days? What? I did no such thing.”

“You’re a shitty liar.”

“And how and why are you being so nice?”

“If it makes you feel any better, I did analyse how many times I’d have to smash my head on a concrete wall in order to drown you out. I’d say around twenty if I get the force right.”

“That’s great, Claire bear!”

“I’d kill you right now, but I’m too tired. How and why are you so jumpy?”

"Well I WAS gonna ask if you wanted the rest of my donut, but I mean if you’re that against it…"

"I... I can make time for your donut. Unless it's poisoned. Then the answer is still no."