What is the sauce, kids?
New default icon, courtesy of stereomer. I quote: "DRINK THAT BOOZE, SMOKE THAT BLUNT, WALK THAT BITCH."
Let's talk about what is up, LJ. What the haps are. What boogie is going down. ( What jimmy is jammin'. )
Let's talk about what is up, LJ. What the haps are. What boogie is going down. ( What jimmy is jammin'. )
Bob glances up at the road, quickly. He looks down long enough to click on the link for the photograph, and then has to ignore the phone again for a few minutes while he negotiates around a group of cars waiting to turn into a drive-thru. When he's finally back on open road, it takes him a few scrolls to get what the picture is of, but then he snorts, surprised. He would reply right away, but he's stuck behind a gray Range Rover whose driver seems to think that tapping the brakes is a good way to pass the time, and then he's practically at the Bean.
@raytoro hahaha awesome. do you want coffee less than 5 seconds ago in reply to raytoro
Usually Ray takes a while to respond, but Bob's phone chimes almost right away.
@bobbryar Yes! less than 5 seconds ago from TwitterFon in reply to bobbryar
Bob starts to reply, but his phone chimes with another text before he can even get the window open. Bob sighs and tabs back over to his messages. It's a text, not a twitter message. Bob frowns.
From: Frank
1-2-2009 10:21AM
bob why wont you get me a coffee dont you love me
Bob rolls his eyes. He tosses the phone over onto the passenger seat. He really shouldn't try to type while he's driving.
Bob gets five coffees. He has to juggle the carriers the coffee girl gave him when he gets back out to the car, so that he can get his keys out from between his teeth. He gets the door open, and puts the carriers down in the footwell of the passenger seat. When he gets into the driver's side, he pulls his own coffee out. He's busy congratulating himself for getting all of the cups safely into the car when his phone chimes, startling him into splashing coffee down the front of his shirt.
@bobbryar Bored, bored, bored, where are you? less than 5 seconds ago from TwitterFon in reply to bobbryar
Not two seconds later, his phone chimes again.
From: Frank
1-2-2009 11:33AM
GAY GAY GAY GET ME COFFEE YOU FAG
Bob sighs. He doesn't bother trying to mop up the coffee. He turns on the car and replies to Frank first, telling him to fuck off, before he twitters Ray to reassure him that he's on his way.
When he gets into Gerard's house, he hears Frank first. "Where is that fat fuck?" Bob yells.
Frank's bitching stops for about two seconds before it starts up again. "Fuck you, you fucking fuck, you were a bigger fucking fatty than I ever was--" Frank skids around the corner and grins at Bob. "You brought me coffee!"
"No," Bob says, "these are all for Ray."
Frank makes a face. "What, I have to suck your dick on the internet to get coffee? Don't be a bitch."
Bob rolls his eyes, but he angles one of the carriers so Frank can get the right one out. Frank gets it free -- with way too much effort, nearly splashing coffee all over Bob again -- and then runs off without offering to help. "You're a fucking asshole," Bob calls after him.
Gerard and Mikey show up in Frank's wake, before Bob's able to get more than a couple steps further down the hall. "Coffee," Mikey says. "Give it."
"Right," Bob says. Mikey smiles at him, at least, when he gets his cup out of the carrier.
Gerard grins at Bob, inching his own cup up. "Mikey hasn't had any coffee yet," he explains, as Mikey lopes off, his cup shoved in his face.
"How did that happen?"
"I don't know, he mumbled something about trying to tone it down." Gerard takes the top off of his coffee and sniffs at it, already looking happier.
Bob snorts. "Yeah, right."
Gerard shrugs. "I try to support him, even when he's being dumb," he says, and grins at Bob over the edge of his cup.
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