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              ❛     do you really think i’d take your money for ‘em ?   ——   nah, man. jus’ take ‘em.     ❜         they try to smile, but end up wincing at their attempt. swiftly, they take their hair tie from their wrist & make a tiny ponytail at the back of their head.         ❛     ——     the only hangover recipe i know is MORE ALCOHOL. like, beer with an egg in it or something. so, i’ll take whatever you’re offerin’.     ❜

“The force? Like from Star Wars?”

behti awkwardly laughed, trying to laugh away the tension that was brought on with the naming of her ex. “it’s okay! i know you guys are friends,” she admitted with a reassuring smile. behati dipped her brush into the yellow paint, showing her friend the proof. “i do know that! you wear it like all the time, you know. it looks really good on you, which not a lot of people can say.” her lips curved up into a smile, making the last couple strips against her canvas to finish the painting. “um, absolutely? that sounds perfect.” 

A rut. Yeah, that’s exactly what he’s in. Jesus, if Petrov had known him before — if she had any idea what he’d come from to be here… Well, then perhaps she’d understand it a little better than she likely does now. It has less to do with homesickness (although that’s a large factor) than it does to do with wanderlust, and he’s got no resources here to indulge in it. Hell, back in the UK he hadn’t had much either, but at least his large network of friends and near-acquaintances had kept his head above water. If he tried that now, he’d be washed up in days. No, the nine to five is sadly necessary, and though it’s pretty much fucking killing him, giving up his job to go gallivanting about the countryside just isn’t realistic anymore. “It’s not so bad.” He says, swallowing down the storm of negativity like it doesn’t exist at all, and allowing his lips to curve up into a sort of smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m used to having dirty claws in me — corporate or otherwise. And hey, you know, for once I don’t actually think it does have to do with your stolen crush. Not everything revolves around your should’ve-would’ve-could’ve’s, pal.” He’s teasing her; they’ve long since gotten past the point of even pretend animosity about that particular situation. It’s easy-going, smooth-sailing. “Why? I don’t reckon I look anything like a sculpture, let alone a Greek one. Is that meant to be complimentary? I feel like it’s meant to be complimentary.” 

“Hey, at least I didn’t describe in DETAIL my favorite dicks that I’ve blown. What beautiful MASTERPIECES. Well if we’re not going to talk about DICK, what should we talk about? Polar bears? Certainly not VAG. No thanks.”

“All I’m saying is I don’t believe in aliens like they’re always portrayed in movies and stuff because that doesn’t comform with like any scientific evidence. Otherwise yeah, sure we’re not the only planet with living organisms on it.” 

JETT: i'm coming for all of the serial killers. they will write stories about me, tell em to children in order to scare em so they'd go to bed early

JETT: oh i don't know, maybe cause im the oscar killer and ill spare your life if you do this teeny tiny thing for me ??

JETT: yo i got some spliffs rolled, they're dyin to be smoked

PETROV: yeah yeah, you're the next bye-bye man we GET IT. i'll tell my future kids about how u spared my LIFE

PETROV: "teeny tiny thing" LOL in this weather it's like Death but i'm coming over, just stuff a whole bunch of bug repellents in my backpack

CARTER: I think both are equally gross

CARTER: my mouth hates me if I eat too much pineapple

PETROV: pizza is meant to be pepperoni and bacon only

PETROV: it STINGS like hell dude

MAISY: great, thanks. i hadn't thought of that! now i've gotta watch out for larry the psycho serial killer

MAISY: basically

MAISY: nah, i'll still take that

PETROV: you're gonna have to look for a white male, 5'8-6'0, late twenties to mid thirties, probably has cowboy yee-haw accent. oh shit that's 98% of everyone here !

PETROV: ummmmmm

PETROV: red at 2:26 a.m ✔

LOVE THE GROWLERS

MAISY: i knew it!

MAISY: but really. i don't either. no card

MAISY: oh yeah yellow would have been better

MAISY: pinks not really my thing

PETROV: huh, lets hope it's not a creep like in criminal minds

PETROV: yellow is the color of happiness and cheese on pizza, ahem, the same thing