Cooper didn't really know what to expect out of today. He hadn't been to Plan B in a while. He'd hit what he liked to refer to as his Hell Zone in the previous week. His energy had been low af and after a few calls home, a few purification crystals and a few pity fucks, he was trying to hit an up swing. Had he been lucky? Eh. Not really but if childhood therapy taught him anything it was that it didn't fuckin matter. He had to work through it one way or another. And one week out of months? Not too fuckin shabby. Life could be worse. He could be sat up in a hospital or in the middle of a fucking war. Or stuck inside a box of an apartment during the apocalypse. So it wasn't like he could complain as he strolled into the first building that looked like it served something that could fill him up with comfort food and give him rush of those good fattening feels. He flashed a smile at a passing waitress, looking for a place to squirrel away in when he spotted a familiar looking mass of gruff.
"Grizz!" he called with no hesitation as he made his way to the guy's booth and sat down. "I know I know, it's Bear. But let's face it, I ain't callin you that unless you threaten me with physical violence and even then...eh, i might take the hit. Outta principal," he said with a chuckle, "though I gotta say, we gotta stop meetin like this. People are either gonna think we're borin and haven't the imagination to come up with somethin that doesn't involve sitting and mindlessly chattering... or they're gonna think we having some sort of secret affair. Not that you're the worst choice. That other guy Al? Nice guy but he looks like a backwoods hobo...which is fine if you're into that, but if i'm havin an affair its gotta be with someone who at least pretends to fuckin groom. But anyways man, how you been?" @laid-bear
