Nuts & bolts

"Yeah, but there ain't no singles. Get down, before you crack your skull open or something'."

"You’re god damned ridiculous."

"You say that now, but wait until I get you one to match."

Uh, United States History 1, I think. Could’ve been an elective course though…who knows, feels like forever ago.

"Is this like, common knowledge? Like, people talk about this an' shit?"

"Right? I know I could get you with a bit of free stuff. Nah, I’ve got a bed so I’m good on that front, I just wanna hang around and hear you bitch while we get drunk."

"What can I say? At least I'm constant. And you sayin' I'm a bitcher? I got legit complaints, motherfucker. Legitimate concerns."

"Shit show is one way to put it. I’m hoping though with this article it’ll rattle enough chains to actually get something changed." 

"Yeah? Good fuckin' luck. No one gives a shit who actually can change anything."

That’s only 70% though…what’s the other 30%?

"Dick jokes."

"I could a long time ago. I wasn’t planning on threatening you with that, but now I might."

"Don't spay me, bro!"

"Oh that sounds like it would hurt. Well I don’t know, I mean I guess if the shirt was made of something that goats like they’d still eat it but if it was something they hated they might leave it? Though goats tend to eat anything so I’m not even sure." Summer replied with a shrug. "Oh wow that sounds like a porno and definitely not something I’d do." 

"It's in the stains, man. The fault is in our stains. If it's there, it's gotta be true."

"North End has nothing to do with it. It’s the time not caring for my aunt that’ll get me to college. If I could find somewhere in Westbrook, I’d be much happier, but at this point I’ll take anything." Emily breathed a laugh, glancing at the girl. "Desperate isn’t something I normally am— but for peace of mind, I’m getting pretty damn desperate."

Tink let out a puff of air in the cold night, almost thoughtfully. 

Huge, huge influence in World War II? One maybe, Vietnam? Not too sure of the timeline. Anyways, something about an affair with this woman Ms. Scarlet, kind of a floozy. It was always assumed she had a little something on the side with Mr. Green, or the butler of the man who gathered them all together for an evening of fine wines and a little game of ‘who done it’ well, turned out to be a game of ‘who done it’. There was a murder that night…no one knows who did it to this day, everyone still has their guesses though…

"Was this, like, taught in history or something? Don't sound familiar."

Will narrowed his eyes slightly, his head tipping a little further to the side to get a better look at Tink before he snapped it back half a second later, the change in the mood just as clear as her uncharacteristic elbow-bump. They’d never talked about either of their parents before, but he had always wondered about her background and about her in general. She was a closed book on so many points when it didn’t involve airing her opinion of Mayor James and the rest of the Kingsgate people, which had always made him feel closer to her in a way, even if that was ridiculous in itself, but it was comforting to him at least.

Tink started to ask the question.

Falcon sat down not at the end of the couch, but on Tink’s legs. He looked down at her. “No more minutes. Today is happening.”

Tink groaned from beneath the covers as the weight sank down on her, and her face popped up scowling, so he could read her lips.

Actually it means tame and it was from some saint — but that is the spark note version that I know. Though considering who my father is that isn’t far off.

"Lemme guess. He's god. You're Jesus."

Yeah, it has, hasn’t it? I don’t get too many days to just do as I please…not that I’m complaining though, I don’t mind being kept busy either. It just means I get more done.

"Dude, complain away. You ever hear me? Like, open your ears and listen to this shit I say? Swear to Christ, I'm 50% complaining, and 20% beer."

"Well typically you don’t pass out from constipation. And they have to have some form of consent in order to do any tests - so chances are your family has consented for them. It does become a problem though when there are tests you need to have done but insurance won’t cover them." 

"More like story of my fuckin' life. Insurance is like, exactly it though! That's what I'm talkin' about! You got these fucked up corporations who just wanna take your ass and fuck ya til you can't see straight, and then charge you for fixing your eyesight! Swear to Christ, it's a goddamn shit show."