waitress with a paintbrush

        She’d been sitting there less than twenty minutes, staring at her pager in fear it would go off and end her attempt at relaxation with a good glass of merlot after a thirty eight hour shift. Not usually one to be chatty towards others, she glances over at the person hovering adjacent to the bar where she sat. Although she lived for her job and was certainly something of a workaholic, Sofia needed a distraction from anything work-related, even if only for a short while. “Do you think it’s terrible of me to hope that I don’t get called into work for once?” 

"I literally hope for that every day of my life and they still keep puttin’ me on the roster, so I feel it. Really I do.” She spoke candidly to the woman at her side, always a tad too friendly for her own good. “You’re at a bar though, queen. What you need to relax is a shot... Wine’s cool and all, but it won’t do the trick. I mean, clearly, since you’re still lookin’ at that thing like it’s gonna bite ya.”

        “Not to sound like a little bitch…” Jamie begin suddenly knowing fully well that he was about to sound like a little bitch. “but if I hear one more person singing Old Town Road or see another person use it as an Instagram caption to be quirky or cool I’m literally going to fucking lose my shit.” The novelty of the song had worn off about two week ago and Jamie was over it being shoved down his throat everywhere he turned. There was no running from it. He heard on the radio, he saw it being referenced all over social media, hell he even heard it in his sleep. The madness needed to end. “It’s a joke of a song….literally. People know that right?”

“That shirt does not go with your shoes.” He pointed down, though his smile faded only a little bit. He’d maybe had a little bit too much to drink, and he wasn’t being supervised, so everyone was fair game with their fashion choices at this point. “Oh god. I’m turning into a knock off version of Ru Paul. Whatever – you look fine. Ignore me.”

Kai: shay shut the fuck up don't do this to me

Kai: i'm actually holding my chest right now

Kai: nobody should judge you when you're stuffing your face. as if they don't do it themselves psh

Kai: we should. and t-shirts

Shay: quick get ur life alert!!!!

Shay: people are rude, but you my friend are a real one

Kai: this is a dream come true

Kai: i might cry a bit just from you inviting me

Kai: true friendship

Shay: they're also testing out nachos, avocado toast, and quesadillas so like, god is real

Shay: i trust no one else to not stare at me while i gorge myself

Kai: you're fucking kidding me?

Kai: what are these places i need to know

Shay: i never joke about chipotle

Shay: in LA i think, but they're allegedly rolling them out everywhere soon

“What? That’s what I have Kyle for. He does the Hulk smash thing, I just look pretty.” He huffed out a laugh, straightening back up instead, “That’s it? Good to know? What are we doing, Shay?”

            “Yes, I need some friend time. It’s like as we get older we all have other things to do and I feel like I rarely see the others–I’m just glad I decided to room with you.” 

Kai: i'm mc-freaking losin it

Kai: nobody told me chipotle had queso now

Shay: buddy. my guy..... some places are gonna start serving margaritas

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"The peanut butter to my jelly. A queen amongst us peasants. Nobody gets me quite like she does and I’m like, super stoked she’s in my life. You’ll never get better advice from anyone. Legit, nada. A diamond in the ROUGH. Also, she does my dishes sometimes soooo that’s dope.” 

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"Oh! Best friend. Shoulder to cry on. Big sister figure. Take your fuckin’ pick, she does it all for me. Generous soul through and through, she’s like one of the little people... Not in a politician way, in a rich girl with a poor girl attitude kinda vibe. I like her tons. Obviously.”

“I don’t know. I think I’d have to hand that honor over to Cosmopolitan or Vogue,” Aurelia responded thoughtfully. “Don’t get me wrong, the women who model for Playboy are gorgeous, but I don’t think I’d even be able to name a single person who was in that magazine aside from Pamela and Carmen.” Two women who essentially began their careers posing inside the magazine and names anyone with half a brain could probably remember. “They couldn’t really tell me ‘no’ because, I’m an adult, but I’m sure it would be awkward come Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

"Vogue definitely, Cosmo is such trash these days.” How to entice your man with a fork? No thanks. “Maybe you’ll be the new generation of super hot Playboy models that everybody remembers. Don’t write yourself off, you got the goods.” A grin spread across her face at the imagery of having to explain that sort of choice to one’s parents. “Aren’t those holidays already awkward and lame? They are in my house.”

“I mean…listen, it’s difficult to explain.” Riley only smirked, looking at Shay again, “Wow, babe. You think I’m playing hard to get? All you gotta do is ask.” He leaned towards her, letting their shoulders rest against each other, “Really? What, you want me to beg? I don’t mind gettin’ on my knees.”