#georgiesow

“This movie is borin’ me. How ‘bout we just go get a bevvy??” Kit suggested from his position on the couch. His legs were propped up on the back of the sofa while his torso draped itself almost completely off of the cushion. His head was mere inches from his hardwood floor. “An’ by a bevvy, I specifically mean fifteen. An’ also by just, I mean we should also get some nuggets like the Fifty Piece Chicken McNobody Combos—with those piss tastin’ teas ‘fer the drinks—that we are an’ gripe ‘bout stupid shit like dumb blokes ‘er fly’ta Vegas an’ get married.”

Kit didn’t respond this time. He, instead, chose to let his head continue to droop, an exhausted look peering up at Georgie under heavy eyelids and thick eyelashes. This persisted for several seconds until the woman sighed. “Let’s get you home.”

“Georgie wouldn’t give me her name at first an’ I had’ta use some nefarious means’ta get it. I like that she puts a smile on m’face an’ keeps me entertained with her wildness. Wish I could be as ta’gether as she is. I want’ta get’ta know her better.”