veneficusrex:
iamthefirechild:
veneficusrex:
[He’s getting a look.]
“Something I can help you with, or are you just jealous of my whiskey? I’ll buy you one if you’re that thirsty.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you. I was just … thinking. I don’t like whiskey, thanks anyway.”
“Thinking? About what?”
“It doesn’t have to be whiskey. Offer’s open.”
“Oh, I, uh … just … ”
[ she blows out a sigh ]
“I think I might have to quit my job.”
veneficusrex:
[He’s getting a look.]
“Something I can help you with, or are you just jealous of my whiskey? I’ll buy you one if you’re that thirsty.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you. I was just … thinking. I don’t like whiskey, thanks anyway.”
veneficusrex:
“I smell breakfast.”
“I’m not breakfast. But there might be some in the drafts.”
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