#d0uble0hmogar

Not accepted. Do your fucking replies. I will fight you. :|

WHO ARE YOU.

Now, that sounds like a good gift all by itself.

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I'm never opposed to drinking at expensive restaurants instead of ordering terrible food.

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Frankly, Joel didn't know what had brought him here. He wasn't exactly a social person in the slightest, was he? Had this been a year or so back, he would've been more than happy with how he'd been doing lately. He'd been avoiding face-to-face interactions incredibly well. Aside from clients, he'd barely seen another human face.

But the truth was, he was starting to miss people. How off is that? "Joel Heyman; Professional, Non-Caring Ass" was actually missing people. Quite a bit, too. What the hell was this goddamn crew doing to him?

So he'd delved into his phone and discovered the last person he'd talked to. Surprisingly? Michael. His ol' drinking buddy. It'd been a while since they'd been out together--- They'd both still been semi-single last time.

A couple of knocks to his door, then Joel stood back again and slipped his hands casually into his pockets. He felt awkward... Awkward, and out of place. He never visited people, for Christ's sake. No wonder he felt off.

Steal Ray for me would you?