BEWARE/BEWARE

“oh, uh, i guess.” so much for that, he thinks.

“i was saving it, but you’re welcome to try.   want me to roll you one?”

(  a pause, before she’d nodding erratically. 

          ‘ man …really? well… as long as no flies are dropping though. i can probably squeeze a few minutes of cold water outta my flat before they cut it. alright you earned it, s’all yours. only got menthols today though.”

      ❛Thanks for not sucking my dick.❜

    he’s out and about, hanging around in the middle of the pavement with     a load of bouquets slung in an open bag around his neck, shirt advertising     the florists, and usually when people stop and start talking to him at this     point – it’s punk ass white kids calling him a ‘pussy’ like he actually cares     about their opinions. flowers are AWESOME – but this guy doesn’t look     like the type. doesn’t even look like the type to stop, usually.             ❛ hmm–? ❜ he feels his cheeks get warm as he realizes what’s been said.  ❛ oh!              thanks! you too! uh – ❜ he gives a cursory glance around, before gently pulling               a flower out of one of the bouquets.  ❛ can i just – ? ❜ he mimes tucking it behind              his ear, smiling reassuringly.  ❛ it’ll totally go with your outfit. ❜ he’s joking, mostly,              and it’s obvious – an only-slightly nervous laugh accompanying. 

(  there’s a moment of hesitation on flynn’s end at being touched by a stranger. but he’s a cute stranger. and he has an even cuter flower. slowly, he breaks into a smile and nods.  )

SHE HAS THE HEART PUT CROSSWAYS IN ME

prophecybeat.

 ❛     no, i’ve never been to the m o o n.

     “AH JESUS, way to easy fix a broad’s broken heart. i missed you too. like the sea’d miss the fish and all them BULLSHIT ALIENS it’s got at the bottom of it. like the nevada desert’d miss DEAD BODIES. like trailer parks’d miss meth heads…–” this goes on pretty much the same track for the next five minutes or so. “–… LIKE WILLY NELSON’S HORSE’D MISS COCAINE. anyway. what’s the job, big shot?”

▓▓▓▓ ☮ • ‿ ▌┊      ❛   y’should get in. th’water feels like, really good.   ❜

     maybe there’s a glint of pride in his eyes. maybe just a little. 

“that? oh, that’s an ounce of pot,  brought right over the border of mexico.  best shit you can find for miles.”

‘  huh.

(  she puts her fork down.  )

   ‘ you’ve to understand Nerin, i don’t always have human. on the menu. ’

   ‘ dinner isn’t ready , and You , were not invited. ’

“mmm– larry sportello. call me doc.”

   eyes stare warily at a joint already rolled perfectly on the table.

“…and you are?”

‘  doc... nice.

(  a hard c . her eyes follow his.  )