I'm struggling to find humour in my fic (it IS major angst after all), this snippet I chose is only dialogue at the moment. It's a section I haven't written properly yet, but the dialogue will probably remain the same. This is Cook and Gina.
‘Nah, nah, Gina, I don’t drink tea. Purely coffee.’
‘Surely you know by now that I don’t have coffee in my kitchen.’
‘Then what the fuck have I been drinking all week?’
‘Probably one of my blends.’
‘Ain’t it all just leaves and shit?’
‘You could put it that way.’
‘Ever tried brewing weed?’
‘All the time when I was your age.’
‘Wouldn’t happen to have any in that magic tea cupboard of yours?’
Comments 3
Reply
‘Nah, nah, Gina, I don’t drink tea. Purely coffee.’
‘Surely you know by now that I don’t have coffee in my kitchen.’
‘Then what the fuck have I been drinking all week?’
‘Probably one of my blends.’
‘Ain’t it all just leaves and shit?’
‘You could put it that way.’
‘Ever tried brewing weed?’
‘All the time when I was your age.’
‘Wouldn’t happen to have any in that magic tea cupboard of yours?’
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment