time: 00:16 a.m. location: the golden spoon status: closed for @bashlandry
“Have you got your shit together yet, Cake?” The question teetered on the edges of rhetorical - all too aware of the unwavering no. It was perhaps why she liked Bash as much as she did. He encompassed all that her dearly beloved relatives detested. “Do you know how hard it is enduring my family without your string-bean presence?” Their table was cluttered with a disarray of food; milkshakes, fries, onion rings. All of which she sampled between sentences. Dipping fries into her milkshake as she examined the empty space they resided in. It appeared the two of them were the only customers at this hour; a juke box in the furthest corner the only disturbance to their conversation.
