“I’ve been wondering this for a while. I watched the first season and I don’t even know how I was able to finish it. I also really feel old knowing that I was able to watch the first season.”

“Not a big deal? Is there something in it?” The redhead gave a shaky breath as she stared at it, giving the man a confused look at his explantation. “Concrete stairs? Fell? Look I spent two years of my life making up excuses for injuries, you’re gonna have to think of something better than that. What happened to you?”

“How old are you?” His head tilted, expression curious. “Please don’t be under thirty–otherwise, I’m going to get even sadder. I would hate to think that your childhood has been deprived like this.”

“Markovitz. Jewish,” the brunette gave a nod as she smiled. She didn’t really follow religion for the background of her nap to matter. “G. G Money. I get you. I probably won’t remember a thing, but you know what, everyone needs a night like this and I totally deserve it.”

She couldn’t help but smile as he spoke, her green eyes raising to meet his. It wasn’t common for her to have someone tell her to stop talking, yet he never cared and actually allowed her. It was kind of nice. Snapping herself back to what he was saying, she paused for a moment, looking at him. “I’m good. Well, not good because,” she pointed at the paper. “But a lot better now.”

“I’m secretly a perfectionist and I like to make sure I can say names right. I grew up hearing about fifty different ways to say my last name,” Charlie nodded as she listened to it again, saying it softly  as a way to practice. “Gill? Like on a fish?”

“Right? And they are on their like twenty fifth season. So people have been watching it for that much for them to keep going.”

Lips pulled downward. “You don’t seem to be impressed. Or excited. This makes me a little sad.”

Send “??” for a DRUNK text.

GUILLERMO: remembr when we said les get to kno eachother 

GUILLERMO: i ‘’sell’’ cars

GUILLERMO: i also deal wit bad ppl on a reg basis but i odon’t’ want you to tell athena

GUILLERMO: bad ppl end up -dead emoji- andd i win  win

GUILLERMO: but don tell ATHENA she won’t love me anymore

When he spoke, the redhead let her green eyes look up, thinking for a moment on what she should do. She knew alcohol was in both their systems, but they weren’t drunk enough to not have control of themselves. Looking back up at him, she smiled, pulling him tight against her. “No te detengas,” she spoke softly as she kissed him again, gently pulling on his shirt to bring him as close as she could to her.