We probably won't be friends.

louiesthename:

Louie grinned in excitement as he walked towards the store. He had his cash in one hand and his cell in the other, just in case Gadget was planning to call. 

As he stepped inside the store, he noticed it was practically vacant and thought happily to himself ‘More cookies for me! Hell yeah!’ He planning to buy a large amount of Oreos and many two liter bottles of Coke and Dr.Pepper. Classes weren’t half as bad, since he wasn’t going to have much homework this week, so he decided that loading up on junk food and renting movies (plus playing a few of his unopened video games) was his way to go for every night this week. Sadly, he had to do it alone, unless someone (besides his girlfriend, who, for some reason, wasn’t talking to him) “accidentally” bumped into him.

He caught  the eyes of many young ladies but ignored them all. He was going to be loyal to his girlfriend; plus, he wasn’t in the mood to flirt. A girl stepped towards him but he dodged the chance of talking to her by busying himself in the movie section, looking for great horror films and comedies to rent.

Meg ran her fingers through her hair. She looked at all the different movies and sighed, frustrated. Why can’t there be just, one type of movie? Meg looked at all of the shelves, taking one and flipping it over to read the back. She suddenly noticed a man standing next to her. He was cute, but Meg rolled her eyes. She could tell just by looking at him that he was full of himself. The way he seemed to strut instead of walk. Meg had seen it all before, and she wasn’t impressed. 

Meg decided on the movie she was already holding. If there were people dying in it, Hades would be amused. Meg tried to sidestep around the young man, but instead managed to crash into him. She dropped her dvd, and went sprawling to the floor. “Dammit!” the girl muttered under her breath. She rubbed her knee where she had fallen and looked up at the boy. She sneered at him a little. “Excuse me.”  

Meg, again? This is your third time this week! Can’t you give your liver a rest?

If you had the same job that I do, you’d understand why my liver doesn’t need a break. 

jafar-jr:

justcallmemeg:

Listen kid, when I said I need someone to drink with, I meant someone who’s tall enough to see above the counter at the bar.

Nice try.

“This isn’t tall enough for you?” He moved a flat hand up and down his body and looked to her.

“P-lease, you should be so lucky.” 

Oh boy….

Kid, lay off ok? You’re just embarrassing yourself. 

jafar-jr:

justcallmemeg:

I need someone to go get a drink with.

“You need someone, do you?” The teenager quirked a brow at her, with a little smirk. Any charm the comment had likely died when he added. “You’re right, drinking alone isn’t very classy.” 

Listen kid, when I said I need someone to drink with, I meant someone who’s tall enough to see above the counter at the bar.

Nice try.

hula-hula-burning-love:

justcallmemeg:

You’re missing out. Tragedy makes the best drinks around.

And by Tragedy, I mean me. 

You work at the casino? I heard quite a bit of stories from there. Seems like a hoot and a holler!

Underage is really… Well underwhelming. 

Underage huh? That’s a bummer.

Then again, I never really minded the whole underage rule. It seemed ridiculous to me.

hula-hula-burning-love:

justcallmemeg:

I need someone to go get a drink with.

I’d be all for it except the strongest thing I’ve ever drank was a homemade mocktail. And it sucked.

You’re missing out. Tragedy makes the best drinks around.

And by Tragedy, I mean me. 

I need someone to go get a drink with.

gadget-inventor:

Anybody have any ideas for what to make? My most recent blueprint bailed on me, and I figured I might as well make something that will help somebody else…

What kinds of things do you make?