#saltedearths

"crying mothers shouldn't count." ari muttered in annoyance as he walked into the office and pulled out his wallet, removing a five from inside and shoving it in the glass mason jar with a post it note that said 'crying fees' along with a price chart. "they cry too fucking easy. you look at them the wrong way and they start sobbing over every injustice their baby has ever faced." they were all bleeding hearts and you'd think eventually they'd harder themselves to loss, but maybe grief remained an oozing, infected wound when you didn't have the closure of knowing why your loved one was lost.

"Do you know, I think we're the only two assholes in this joint with our own designated coffee cups?" Nic announced as the waitress walked off, tapping his finger against the cup that had his name on it. "How much fucking coffee do you think they have to pump through you before you unlock the personalized cup? No, better question, how much sleep do you have to avoid to get it?"

"And I'm telling you that you don't understand, I'm - Oh, there you are, Doctor Hernandez." Sugar dripped from Jen's voice as she pushed past the man in uniform to get closer to Dante, smiling up at him as she held up a clear tupperware. "I told this gentleman I was looking for you, but he must be new, he didn't know who I am or about our meetings. I brought you fresh brownies - oh, and how is your head doing?"

"the bar is fucking closed because of some termite snorting simpleton with his pest eaten brain botched up his job and let the freezer turn into a cesspool. my booze has disappeared and might magically reappear in the bleeding hearts, i'm calling on you if i need a doctor's note tomorrow. don't be an ass about this."