A Speech On The And Chill

With one last look at his face, I mutter,"Dar, I want to go home. "

"Let's keep it simple. Do you want to stay here, or should we go somewhere quieter?”

“Cheer up! You did a good thing. There’s a lot of....talk about my boss. Lies, mostly. He just wants to help people by you so that you can do right by someone else. Besides, where was the other guy when your wife needed him, huh?”

Harry grabs me by my shoulders, he looks deep into my eyes. ."You're not an idiot, just call your brother and ask him how long he'll be."

"Uh...can I talk to you?" A voice you didn't expect to hear made itself present.

“Are you not going to kill me?” she asked, searching his eyes for an answer.

“I think it’s better if we just be friends Jerome.” I admit to him, not trying to let my attitude come out of hearing the women voice in the background.

"Just go, I never want to see you again, you've already done enough!" He yelled, out with tears dripping down his face.

You stared at him without saying another word. A voice interrupted your thoughts. "Well, say something," he said.

He chugged the rest of his drink and placed the glass on a nearby table. “Ask away.”

“Man that was… wicked.” I say with a smirk after I catch my breath. He replies with a sarcastic “Really Marshall?”, but I can tell that he’s smiling as his head rests on my chest.

“Come one Bones, we’ve pretty much known each other for months and if you really don’t want to go we could make up some excuse” Jim said quietly, looking down.

"You really want to know?" I grip the edge of the plush red chair I occupy. "You'll listen to me?"

“Who?” My voice was in a whisper. I wasn’t even sure that he can hear me, and if he did then he would not understand the words I am saying because of my shaking voice.

I throw can empty cup at him, it bounces off the top of his head, “See, that’s ‘just a joke.’ What you said was just stupid, now help me clean up.”