A little smile when the kiss is placed on his cheek.
“Me too. Thanks for takin’ a chance on me, I’ve had fun.”
His lips twitch into a genuine grin, glancing up at her.
I think that might be the Taco Bell that’s combined with the jiffy lube, pal —- or as I like to call it ... Taco Lube. I ain’t seein’ the nuggets.
He nods, passing it over. That was his last hit anyway. He’s way too stoned to feel much else.
His wife makes a pretty good brownie if you’re into that sort of thing.”
Removing his readers to rub at his temples.
“I don’t mind gettin’ a little dirty.”
“tomorrow is the last day of shooting.” she's sitting beside him, carefully leaning towards his frame.
“how are you feeling about it? it'll be kind of bloody.”
@OutdatedHero
Dreamt of his son. Of fishing, teaching him how to pin a worm on a hook. Watching a tiny freckled face light up with sheer joy when he caught his first bass.
Woke up thinking ...
nevermind. Bourbon for breakfast.












