ethereal

“…        Do you have anywhere to go tonight?”

“Not currently, no.”

“…       God.”

“I have a very fun life, many big twists in the plot.”

“He won’t apologise. He won’t admit it was him but it was him - we all know it was him.”

“Well then why don’t you just ask him really nicely?”

“Yeah your deal. You come in here most every night, don’t buy alcohol so I’m assuming you’re underage or just not fond and then repeat. I get it, it;s none of my business. I’m but a humble bartender, but also I have a lack of interesting things going on in my life so spill.”

“Oh, right. That deal. My living arrangements are complicated in the way that I don’t actually have any, and it’s warmer and nicer in here than it is out there. I leave with guys sometimes for pretty much the same reason, except they have a bed.”

“Fine by me. And while I’m asking questions, despite this one being vaguely unrelated: what’s your deal?”

“My deal?”

“Good, the intention was to intimidate.”

“And that you did.. I think.”

“No I’m not crying, I just have something in my eye. It could be a stick or a branch or like a tree or - go the fuck away.”

“I’m not gonna do that, Josie.”

“You can’t count on a lot in this life, but you can count on the fact that if there’s gonna be a puking competition, I will be the loudest and I will win. And I think that’s the most important thing.”

“Right. Nice, good to know. I won’t ever challenge you to a puking competition then.”

“Y’know I think my uh-My sister did that once. Mom was furious, mostly with me. I was supposed to be watching her. But the other was being a pain and distracting me so yeah. That’s how we spent my Mom’s birthday waiting for the penny to drop.”

“Wow that’s.. I’m sure that was a thrilling birthday for her.”