Pie makes a strong friendship

Tsaaq: ((What are those shorts?))
Alexithymiaa: (Its a bathing suit. I imagine he's run out of clean clothes and is too lazy to do laundry)
Tsaaq: (Oh jesus.))
Alexithymiaa: (That notion is so funny to me)
Alexithymiaa: (And when Pey gets online hes going to try to sucker Aubrey into doing his laundry)
Tsaaq: ((LMAO))
Alexithymiaa: (Like super buttery texts and shit Its going to be great)
Alexithymiaa: (The only term of endearment he calls her is munchkin and he never expresses basically any affection that isnt sexualized so I intend to have him like "Babeeeeee I lovee youuuu" and shit)
Tsaaq: ((Fucking Bryan xD))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan sat in a corner booth with his laptop in front of him and an entire tray of pumpkin pie. He held his fork in one hand, his eyes glued to the screen of his computer as he read the lines of code he'd just typed, reviewing the functions in his head before moving his hand to the keyboard to delete the last line. "So how the fuck...?" He trailed off and dropped his head down onto his fist, propping it up against his knuckles and pushing his fork into the pumpkin pie.-
Tsaaq: He parked his car as best he could, which was not at all. It was a horrible parking job. Remy shrugged his shoulders as he locked the vehicle and went inside of Greasy Spoon. “Fucking Bryan, you’re here.” He said as he walked over to his booth and made a face because he was attempted to remember whether or not it was the booth he jizzed in that one time. Remy shook his head. “Is that pie?” He inquired, instantly getting distracted.
Alexithymiaa: (HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA ALL I SAW WAS JIZZED IN THAT ONE TIME)
Tsaaq: ((XD))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan looked up from his computer when he heard Remy's voice, raising his brows and looking down to his pie. "Uh... no. It's fuckin'... it's shit. You can't have any of my shit. Get your own shit." He pulled the tray closer to his side of the table, wrapping his arm around it.-
Tsaaq: He licked his lips as he stared at the pie. Remy lifted his head and glared at Bryan. “It is not shit, you’re not literally eating shit.” He curled his lip with disdain then sucked his teeth. “Fine, I hate whatever the hell that is anyways. I’m more of an apple pie kind of guy.” Remy said as he waved his hands wildly to flag down a waitress.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan groaned, jabbing his fork down into the pie. "Don't remind me. I wanted fuckin' apple pie and she didn't have any ready and I fuckin' wanted it now so I just ordered a different one." He brought the fork full of pie up to his mouth, devouring it.-
Tsaaq: “Is it ready now? Cause if I can’t have apple now then that’s a fucking problem.” He lowered his hand as he looked at Bryan. “Hey, fucking Bryan. I’m kinda sorry that I called you Doug in front of fucking Tony…” Remy’s words became a quiet mumble when it came to actually saying sorry. “Now can I have some of your pie?” He leaned in as he asked.
Alexithymiaa: -He dropped his fork down into the dish, lifting his eyes to look up at Remy for a long pause. "No. But I'm going to start calling you fuckin' Remy." He moved his hands to his laptop, beginning to type as he spoke and chewed. "Why don't you fuckin' ask if its ready instead of asking me like a fuckin' jackass?"-
Tsaaq: He furrowed his brows at Bryan. "You're a jackass, you fucking jackass." He retorted with his hands flat on the table then finally go the waitress' attention. "Hello miss, you look very pretty today. Is there any apple pie for me to eat because if there is? I want the whole pie and none for him please?" Remy asked. The waitress nodded at him and began to walk off. "It'll be out in a few minutes." She answered as she went elsewhere. Remy turned to Bryan and flipped him off with victory.
Alexithymiaa: (And none for Gretchen Weiners, bye.)
Tsaaq: ((AHAHA))
Alexithymiaa: "yeah? Shove it up your ass." He lifted his hand to flip Remy off in return before dropping his hands back down to his keyboard to type. "Aubrey's coming, so don't fuck this up for me. Keep your pie to you're fuckin' self and shit."-
Tsaaq: "Fuck what up for you ass? You do a pretty good job of that shit on your own. I don't have to do jack shit you angry bastard." Remy sassed and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited on his pie impatiently. "And you're the one who likes to shove stuff up your ass!" He blurted out.
Alexithymiaa: "Funny, you're the one everyone thinks is gay so I'm pretty sure that's still you." He grabbed for his fork and jabbed it into his pie, shoving some in his mouth. "And don't fuckin' worry about it. Just don't be a jackass."-
Musik: -Aubrey climbed out of her car, shoving her phone down into her pocket as she walked up to the building, pulling the door open and stepping inside. She glanced around till she spotted Bryan with Remy over in the corner booth. She moved around the couches to where they were, sliding down into the booth next to Bryan.- "Hey. I see he didn't steal your pie." -She said looking at Bryan's pie, then his face.-
Tsaaq: Remy grimaced. "Oh fuck off, nobody thinks I'm gay anymore so kill yourself. And the people who did was mostly YOU." He said angrily as he watched the waitress bring his pie over. "Don't actually kill yourself but still fuck off." He looked up to the woman and nodded. "Thank you." He raised his brow when Aubrey arrived. "I don't want to still his shit pie, I have the good pie." Remy said as he stuck his fork into it.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan smirked as Aubrey sat down beside him, swinging his arm around her shoulders. "Heyyyy. Here, order yourself something." He grabbed the menu from the corner and slid it over in front of Aubrey. "Anything you want, you can have." He pulled her against him and leaned over to plant a kiss on her temple before looking to Remy. "Are you still talking?"-
Musik: -She laughed looking at Remy then looked back up at Bryan's face, furrowing her brows slightly.- "O-okay." -She dropped her eyes down to the menu as she opened it up, leaning against his side.-
Tsaaq: "Are you still breathing?" Remy asked loudly with his mouth full of pie. He looked between Bryan and Aubrey skeptically. “What the fuck?” He whispered as he went back to eating his delicious apple pie.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan gave her shoulder a small squeeze before recoiling his hand to place it back down on his keyboard to type. "Remy shut the fuck up, nothing concerns you."-
Musik: -Aubrey lifted her eyes to look between Bryan and Remy, shaking her head slightly, looking back down to the menu. She waved the waitress down and closed the menu looking up at her.- "Can I get a vanillia shake? Thanks." -She sent her a slight smile and folded her hands against her lap.-
Tsaaq: He rolled his eyes. “Now I’m going to keep talking because you’re a piece of shit, fuck you.” Remy muttered bitterly then pulled out his cellphone. “And I’m going to text my stupid horny sister and tell her your middle name.” He shrugged his shoulders as he stared at his phone screen.
Alexithymiaa: "Hey!" He leaned forward over the table and waved his hand through the air, attempting to knock Remy's phone out of his hand. "Fuckin' cut that shit out, what's wrong with you?" He turned to look down at Aubrey. "Make him stop."-
Musik: "How the hell do you expect me to stop him?" -He looked up at Bryan, laughing before turning to look at Remy.- "Stop picking on Bryan."
Tsaaq: He shook his head, his fingers hovering over the send button as Bryan started to fuss. Remy sucked his teeth as his phone fell under the table. “Stop picking on Bryan? What type of bizarro world bullshit is this? Remy asked incredulously. He groaned as he slid off his seat to retrieve it.
Alexithymiaa: -He scoffed loudly and grabbed for his fork, jabbing it into his pie to take a bite. "The best world ever." He scooped up more pie, holding the fork out to Aubrey.-
Musik: "The same bizarro world you've been living in?" -She leaned forward slightly, taking the bite Bryan offered her before leaning back against the booth.-
Tsaaq: "The concept of somebody picking on Bryan is so preposterous-" He started to rant as he went back into his spot in the booth. "Whatever, I'm going to enjoy my pie now. I don't have the energy for this." Remy shook his head as he looked down at his pie and proceeded to gobble it down.
Alexithymiaa: "You're preposterous..." He mumbled, dropping his fork down into the tray and pulling his computer in front of him. "Oh yeah, so apparently I'm out of socks and boxers and shorts. Funny, right?"-
Musik: -She looked at the waitress as she set the shake down, sending her a smile.- "Thanks." -She leaned forward to take a sip of it, turning her head to look at Bryan.- "Well there's a thing called a washer and dryer. It does wonders."
Tsaaq: He grumbled while shaking his head. “Okay Hannah Montana, nice one.” His face scrunched up as he looked at Bryan. “That’s not funny, that’s disgusting. Clean your clothes.” Remy said with a grimace.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan rolled his eyes, shoving his fork into the pie again. "I know what a washer and dryer are, thank you very much. I've just been so busy doing the camp shit during the day and spending my nights fuckin' trying to get my work done. I don't have fuckin' time to sit and do fuckin' laundry."-\
Musik: "Okay no one really has time to just sit around and do laundry, but you make time, because clean clothes are obviously way better than dirty clothes." -She plucked the cherry from the top of her shake and popped it into her mouth, pulling it off the stem.-
Tsaaq: Remy started to eat his pie  loud and sloppily. While Bryan attempted to defend his funky clothes problem. "Yeah clean clothes are great." He chimed in with a nod.
Alexithymiaa: "Well I'm not wearing dirty clothes. I'm just out of clean ones, it's different. But all you guys have time at night to sit and do that shit. I don't. Ergo, I'm out of clean clothes." He moved his hands back to his keyboard, locking his eyes onto the screen as he typed.-
Musik: -She dropped the stem down onto the table, shaking her head.- "Seriously just throw your clothes in while you're working and switch them when it's fuckin' time. It's not that hard and takes two seconds to switch it from the washer to the dryer."
Tsaaq: He sputtered his lips and threw his fork down as he sat up. "Seriously, what she said." Remy said, motioning his hand in Aubrey's direction. "Stop being all high and mighty on your nerd pedastal and just throw some clothes in a washer. Truthfully, the time you spent here? Could've been spent doing that exact thing."
Alexithymiaa: "Maybe I don't have a fuckin' washer in my apartment and I have to go to the laundromat and they don't have wifi so I don't do my work there? And they have fuckin' bitchy ass customers there cause if you're not sitting there they take your shit out of the machine to use it like a bunch of fuckin' douchebags. Like.. who does that shit?" He rolled his eyes and scooped more pie into his mouth.-
Musik: -She took another drink of her milkshake and nodded agreeing with Remy.- "Exactly." -She shook her head pushing her fingers through her hair.- "That's why you go at night when no one is there. Then it's quiet and no one tries to steal your machines."
Alexithymiaa: (Okay but that was a real problem for me =[ It sucked)
Tsaaq: "Wow we are just a vat of information when it comes to laundry!" He said with a snap of his fingers. "Listen the answer to all of these problems would be to make yourself look like a crazy person so nobody dreams to touch your shit."
Tsaaq: ((I know, I hate that shit.))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan furrowed his brows, lifting his eyes to look at Remy over the top of his computer. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do in prison?"-
Musik: -She laughed hearing Remy.- "Yeah there ya go. Just act like a lunatic and no one will fuck with your clothes."
Tsaaq: “To be honest, it sort of works everywhere.” Remy replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “Being a psycho just makes people leave you alone.” He nodded his head. "At least usually it does."
Alexithymiaa: -He smirked, shaking his head. "Works wonders for you, Remy." He grabbed for the pie again and shoveled a fork full into his mouth, swinging his head to look down at Aubrey. "Do you have a washer in your apartment?"-
Musik: -She lifted her eyes to look at him, raising a brow.- "In my apartment building, yes..."
Tsaaq: He shook his head. “Obviously not fucking well enough if you can still talk shit you not-even-able-to-do-your-own-fucking-laundry-baby-back-bitch.” He answered in a monotone before rolling his eyes.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan rolled his eyes, extending his foot under the table to kick Remy in the shin. "How about you shut the fuck up." Leaning his elbow down on the table, he read over the code on his screen. "Maybe it'll be easier if I just bring my clothes over to your apartment so we can throw them all in together. Cause you have wifi and I can just sit in your apartment to wait for them and shit."-
Musik: -She shrugged.- "Sure, whatever. But I'm not doing your laundry for you." -She picked up her glass and took a sip of it, setting it back down on the table.-
Tsaaq: Remy flinched then stared hard at Bryan before he reached over to smack Bryan's pie off the table. “Shut that the fuck up, asshole.” He said as he crossed his hands over his chest.
Alexithymiaa: "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" He whined at Aubrey. He jumped when Remy shoved his pie off the table, immediately pushing to his feet and slamming his hands down into the table to stare hard at Remy. "What the fuck is fuckin' wrong with you? Who the fuck do you think you are to just ruin my fuckin' pie, you fuck?!"-
Musik: "Because you are a grown man." -She said to him, flinching slightly when he slammed his hands agianst the table. She looked between the two.- "Are you two really going to fight because of a pie?
Tsaaq: “Who do I think I am? Are you serious right now?” He said as he rolled his eyes. “Sit down okay? You fuck with the bull you get the horns. You think I’m going to sit here and let you talk shit and not retaliate? Fuck outta here.” Remy grumbled. “No we’re not fighting cause of pie, we’re fighting cause he’s Bryan.”
Alexithymiaa: -He looked down at Aubrey with a scowl, trying not to flip his shit. "Is that a real question right now?" He reached across the table and pushed Remy's pie dish off the end of the table, sending it flying to the floor. "Hah! Now you don't have fuckin' pie either you stupid pieve of shit."-
Musik: -She watched him shove the pie off the table, sinking down into the booth, shaking her head.- "Jesus fucking Christ.." -She mumbled, running her hand down her face.-
Tsaaq: “You’re the stupid piece of shit! You just did what I did. How fucking original, shit face?” He argued as he stood up now. “Oh yeah AND I can do my own laundry!” Remy exclaimed.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan reached across the table and grabbed the front of Remy's shirt, curling his fingers into fists around it and pulling upward. "I'll fuckin' kill you, you fuck! I know how to do my own laundry!"-
Musik: -She lifted her eyes to look at them, glaring at them both before pushing up to her feet, trying to pry herself between them.- "You two are fucking ridiculous, stop it!"
Tsaaq: Remy furrowed his brows as he aimed to shove Bryan away. “Fine! Fucking kill me, you’d be doing me a favor because I wouldn’t have to live to be your fucking friend!” He shouted. When Aubrey attempted to stifle the fright Remy slid out of his booth. “He fucking started it!” He yelled as he pointed to Bryan.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan stood up straight and released Remy, dropping his hands in fists down at his sides, glaring at Remy. "I fuckin' started it? YOU THREW MY FUCKIN' PIE ON THE GROUND! Who does that?"-
Musik: "You two are worse than the children we have to fucking deal with everyday. I'd rather deal with them more than deal with you two idiots right now." -She said looking between the two of them, rolling her eyes dramatically.- "It's a fucking PIE! That's not a reason to threaten someones life, Bryan."
Tsaaq: “You fucking kicked me you cum stain!” He argued before looking to Aubrey. “It’s not my fucking fault, do you see him? Do you see how he makes me act?!” Remy asked loudly. "This was going to be a lovely evening but he had to fucking kick me!"
Alexithymiaa: (This was never going to be a lovely evening, dont lie Remy)
Tsaaq: ((LOL))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan throw up his hands, laughing loud and obnoxiously. "Oh fuck you! You were being a fucking dick so I fuckin' tapped you with my foot. Why don't you go cry about it some more?" He looked down at Aubrey, his face flushed. "I didn't even do anything!"-
Musik: -She lifted her hand to smack the back of Remy's head, then lifted her other one to smack the back of Bryan's.- "Both of you shut the fuck up! I'm going to get two more pies just to shove them in both of your fucking faces here in a minute."
Tsaaq: He furrowed his brows and waved his arms angrily. “Are you serious? You’re a dick all the time and I don’t fucking hit you, you moron! What happened to-” His words cut off when Aubrey’s hand collided with him. Remy held the back of his head. “What the hell!?” He exclaimed as he sat back down in his booth with a scowl.
Alexithymiaa: "Ow!" He brought his hand up to rub the back of his head, staring down at Aubrey. "Okay normally... I would fuckin' leave... but if you're getting us more pies... I guess I'll stay..." He sat back down into the booth, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking like a fucking child.-
Musik: "Got ya to shut up." -She mumbled rolling her eyes.- "I said I was going to get more pies to shove IN YOUR FACES. Not so you could eat them."
Tsaaq: "So, there isn't going to be any more pies?" Remy asked quietly with a frown and a raise of his brow.
Alexithymiaa: "Well..." He glanced over at Remy briefly before looking back to Aubrey. "I could eat it off my face if that's what you're asking..."-
Musik: "You could also eat it off the floor where you two dumbasses seem to have magically put them." -She turned to look down at the pies on the floor, then back to them.-
Tsaaq: He nodded his head and slouched in his seat. "So, that's definitely a no?" Remy shrugged his shoulders while inquiring. He shook his head and scrunched up his face. "Nevermind. Don't answer that."
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan rolled his eyes and pulled his computer back over in front of him, grumbling to himself. "Then why the fuck am I still here?" He typed angrily into the computer, slouching down in his seat. "I still think we deserve pies..."-
Musik: -She dropped her eyes down to look at Remy.- "No." -She dropped back down into the booth next to Bryan, crossing one leg over the other.- "Than order yourselves more pies. But if I see them go flying across the fucking room again I'm leaving."
Tsaaq: "As long as I can get another apple pie..." Remy trailed off as he waved over the waitress yet again. "Hello miss, there was a freak accident and now my pie is on the floor. Can I have another one?" He asked. The woman stared skeptically before shrugging at him. "Thank you."
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan lifted his hand to motion to the waitress. "Yeah, you should catch those guys throwing pies, it could be a real problem. But I'm going to need another pie too. Make it apple."-
Musik: -She pressed her lips together tightly, folding her arms across her legs as she looked between the two of them. She glanced up at the waitress shaking her head slightly before dropping her head, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.-
Tsaaq: He nodded. "Yeah, those guys are reckless, no respect." He said as he shook his head. He watched the waitress walked away with a nod. "Pie is on. The pie cometh." Remy said while he leaned back in his seat in the booth.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan smirked and looked over to Aubrey, nudging her in the shoulder with his hand. "Would you stop? Everythings fine. They have more pie for us. I'll even let you have some. A little bit. A bite."-
Musik: -She looked at Bryan, raising her brows as she looked between them.- "You two are fucking children, you knnow that right?"
Tsaaq: "No." Remy answered quickly. "That's why I have my beard, so people know that I'm an adult now." He corrected her as he started to rub his beard.
Alexithymiaa: "That's actually a fuckin' awesome reason to tell people you have a beard." He moved his hand to stroke his own scruffy chin. "I should grow a beard so people don't think I'm a child..."-
Musik: -She stared at both of them completely unamoosed.- "I.. stop." -She shook her head, shifting to pull her phone out of her pocket staring down at it as she pushed her thumbs against the screen.-
Tsaaq: Remy started to grin. "I know right?" He exclaimed before looking to Aubrey. "What? It's true. Truer than you think." Remy said with a smirk as the waitress arrived with their pies so that seemed like a fitting moment to fist pump in victory.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan reached over for his pie as the waitress put them down on the table. "Stop what? I want a beard now. I'm never shaving again. Oh wait, waitress I need another fork to replace the one that douchebag threw on the floor with my pie. What an asshole."-
Musik: "He won't need a fork!" -She called back to the waitress and pushed up to her feet, grabbing the pie in front of Bryan and shoving it into his face. She reached over to grab Remy's, doing the same with his and shoving it in his. She shook the pie off her hands raising her brow as she looked at them with a smirk on her face.- "Enjoy, children." -She turned on her heels and brought her fingers up to her lips to lick the pie off them, moving around the couches and heading for the door.-
Tsaaq: "Yes I share this sentiment-" Remy started to say to the waitress before he was caught completely off guard despite seeing Bryan getting face pie'd. He frowned as the pie fragments dripped down his face. "Still warm..." He trailed off as he wiped his eyes, holding in his seething rage. "Can we get some napkins or something?"
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan sat completely still as pieces of apple fell from his face into his lap, pursing his lips. "Oh it's on now... it is fucking on." He brought his hand up to swipe at some pie filling, putting it in his mouth. "At least it's good."-
Musik: -She walked out to her car, pulling her keys out of her pocket and unlocking the car doors. She climbed in and started up the engine, pulling off out of the parking lot.-
Tsaaq: He nodded his head. "That it is..." He muttered as he licked his fingers. "That doesn't make us look any less ridiculous. I can't drive with pie on my face... Which totally sounds like one of those old sayings." Remy said with a small laugh.
Alexithymiaa: "What the fuck old sayings are you talking about? I've never heard that shit." He reached over to grab a handful of napkins from the end of the table, wiping his face off. "I hope she fuckin' knows I'm going to get her back for that shit."-
Tsaaq: "I said it sounded like one dude, I don't know it sounds like something that is supposed to be wise but it's actually dumb I don't know." Remy shrugged. He started to rub his face with his shirt cause fuck it, it needed to be cleaned now anyways. "How exactly are you going to get back at her cause I don't know if you should throw a pie at Aubrey."
Alexithymiaa: "I don't know, I'll have Moose shit in her bed or something. Some shit like that." He tossed the dirty napkins down onto the table, looking down at his shirt. "Fuck... this was clean. I don't have that many shirts left!"-
Tsaaq: Remy pulled off his shirt with a sigh and shrugged again. "Why don't you walk around shirtless for a while? I'd think you'd love and excuse to do that shit." He grumbled. "I hope nobody thinks I'm naked while I'm driving, that would suck. Well... It's late, nobody's on the roads at this time are they?"
Alexithymiaa: -He thought on it for a moment before sliding out of the booth and pushing to his feet. "I should, but then I have to hear you bitch and complain about it."-
Tsaaq: "I'll just look at the floor or something for the rest of the summer, I don't fucking know." Remy had sighed before secretly licking the remnants of his pie on the corners of his lips. He looked around at the mess while he held his shirt in his hands.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan stretched his arms up over his head, looking at the pie on the floor. "Yeah.. so... we should go. We should go now." He reached across the table to grab his laptop, closing it and holding it away from his body as he made a beeline for the door.-
Tsaaq: Remy frowned and attempted to look as casual as possible. He whisled as he walked to the door as well then darted out of the diner, as soon as the was opened. He instantly sped up when he was outside, running straight to his car.
Alexithymiaa: -When they were outside, Bryan broke into a run, heading for his car. "How are we not banned from this diner yet?
Alexithymiaa: (NOOOO)
Tsaaq: ((AHAHAHAHAHAHA))
Alexithymiaa: " He laughed, pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock his doors.-
Tsaaq: "No idea but to be fair I have done worse." He shouted back at Bryan as he got into his lambo and tossed his dirty ass shirt into the passenger street and drove away from The Greasy Spoon and stuff.