Money, Pussy, and the dewey decimal system.

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So milk?

*standing on the side of the road, with his car hood open, trying to wave down the next car passing by* 

[puls over to the side of the road] You forget your phone or something?

*drinking coffee and reading through a magazine in the park when someone come up next to her* This seat is empty if you want it. 

[gazes over at her and sits down] Thanks. [he pulls a flask out of his jacket pocket and pours it in his coffee cup] Ncola, right?

I can’t go in there. [Debbie stood outside the coffee shop looking at it longingly and then knitted her brows together in worry as she thought about what the rest of her day would look like if she didn’t get her much needed coffee fix: chaos, death, destruction, pain. ‘Why don’t you make the coffee yourself? At home? In the coffee machine that’s been there since the turn of the century?’ All questions she considered when she got out of bed that morning with a total of 2 hours and 5 minutes of sleep, but in her 24 years of life, she had not been able to successfully use it ONCE, and she didn’t have a lot of hope that today would be the glorious day she would figure it out. It was simply too damn complicated. Plus, why make the coffee yourself knowing there’s a 90-10 chance it will be disgusting when this coffee shop already has it down to a science?] Could you? Please? For me? [she asked your character, giving them a hopeful glance as she held her own coffee mug in her hands]

[still clearly very hungover from the night before] Why? Are your legs broken?

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So … I need your input. Is a quarter-life crisis a thing, and how would I know if I’m having one?

I mean...what have you done so far?

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I’m not bleeding or anything. [laughs] Shot?

Alex was running so far up ahead, ignoring her brother’s calls for her to come back and giggling while she did. She was so caught up in disobeying her brother that she didn’t notice running into someone’s legs head first, sending both the person and Alex tumbling to the floor. 

[takes a bit of a tumble, but is used to it because he already walks with a cane. A stack of the books he’s shelving fall to the ground. He rubs the bridge of his nose because he’s already hung over but forces a smile] I hate to be a cliche but don’t run and stop shouting the library. 

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