[say]"Ooooh, look. A... a one of them. I love those."[/say] I plop down into the seat opposite my wide-awake roommate, mid-yawn, eyeing the beautiful, quiet horror of an upside down... well, I think it's a heart. Might be a kidney. I dunno. I don't even question it any more when the moleskin comes out, rubbing at a blue eye made sticky by sleep and waiting to hear the damage. Everest is the strong, silent type (A personality), so when he speaks, I know it's probably a good idea to listen.
[say]"What? I don't even like the Vin Room,"[/say] I mumble, blinking hard and dropping my hand, already reaching out with the other to drink the cold and untouched coffee. The honest answer is that I remember the Palliser and the band, but then everything goes pill-shaped. [say]"I'll send the bartender some carnations. She seems the type to like carnations."[/say] I yawn, my mouth closing around the rim of the mug. [say]"You working tonight?"[/say]
[say]"What? I don't even like the Vin Room,"[/say] I mumble, blinking hard and dropping my hand, already reaching out with the other to drink the cold and untouched coffee. The honest answer is that I remember the Palliser and the band, but then everything goes pill-shaped. [say]"I'll send the bartender some carnations. She seems the type to like carnations."[/say] I yawn, my mouth closing around the rim of the mug. [say]"You working tonight?"[/say]