#lentilwrites

A mixture of delight and disgust travelled through JC, taking in the meanings of his words while thinking to herself, something she can never tell him, that he sounds just like her best friend.

Ego felt thirsty from a long afternoon of doing fuck all, so he poked inside the fridge for a drink. He reached for the plastic jug of lemonade, ignoring the blonde woman crammed in there.

Using both hands to grasp the neck, he lifted the bottle to his mouth and took big glups. Cool, sour liquid quenched his thirst. Lemonade tastes super great even though its bitterness and astringency leave your mouth feeling paradoxically dry. It's all the fruit sugar going straight to your animal brain. He then screwed the cap back on.

"Ugh, disgusting," Critic scolded from across the kitchen. "At least use a separate cup instead of getting your repulsive lips and slobber on something from which other people might want to drink."