He took it and perked up. "And I was worried it would just say 'Nah, Son' with a cute little smiley face." Elijah ripped the napkin in half and stole her pen, taking a moment to read the name of the drug before writing.
"This here," he folded the square and slid it under his index finger, "Is not only my number, but a movie recommendation that will change your life. Nail Gun Massacre. Good luck finding it. I hope you have a VCR."
He folded her number and tucked it into his wallet.
Elijah felt a cold draft on the back of his neck. He looked around and spotted a girl with brown, curly hair and a pair of Philadelphia Eagles gloves coming into the bar already wearing a look of 'no-fucks-to-give' defiance over her tardiness. "Ah shit," he mumbled and turned around to Natalie with wide eyes. "What do I do? Do I hide?"
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Date: 2016-01-19 01:36 am (UTC)"This here," he folded the square and slid it under his index finger, "Is not only my number, but a movie recommendation that will change your life. Nail Gun Massacre. Good luck finding it. I hope you have a VCR."
He folded her number and tucked it into his wallet.
Elijah felt a cold draft on the back of his neck. He looked around and spotted a girl with brown, curly hair and a pair of Philadelphia Eagles gloves coming into the bar already wearing a look of 'no-fucks-to-give' defiance over her tardiness. "Ah shit," he mumbled and turned around to Natalie with wide eyes. "What do I do? Do I hide?"