"I have a JOB-JOB"

Tsaaq: Remy sat at the counter with his elbows on it, holding up his head with his face angry. "I just wasted my fucking money on this shit." He grumbled, pushing his plate away. "But it's fine." Remy said to the waitress, looking through his wallet for a tip.
Alexithymiaa: -Brad strolled into the cafe without a care in the world because he probably just hooked up and now it was time for food. Seeing Remy at the counter, he waved a hand at him, stopping at the register. "Can I get one of those chicken wraps? With the spicy sauce? Yeah that sounds awesome." He reached into his pocket, pulling out his money and passing it over.-
Tsaaq: "Hey." Remy said in a moody tone. "You want the shit I was supposed to eat?" He asked drearily, shoving his plate of a cheeseburger and fries in Brad's direction. "I would take it home but-" He paused and furrowed his eyebrows. "I just don't want to." He shrugged.
Alexithymiaa: -Brad looked over at what Remy had, studying it and shrugging. "Yeah, why not." He walked over and dropped down onto the stool beside him before speaking again. "Wait, why wont you eat it?"-
Tsaaq: He pushed his glasses up his nose. "Apetite has been shit lately." Remy said after clearing his throat loudly. He sat up on his stool and turned to look over at Brad. "So Brendon Urie was here..." He trailed off, trying to change the subject.
Alexithymiaa: "I know, I was there." He reached for the burger, taking a big bite. "That dude is...." He trailed off, letting out a big sigh and shaking his head. "I mean, you've seen him. He's... wow."-
Tsaaq: Remy made a face. "He's alright." He whispered. "Try not to soak your panties." He murmured. "Meeting him might've been cool. I don't know. I was busy fighting with my girlfriend that night I think." Remy said begrudgingly, sipping his soda.
Alexithymiaa: -Brad raised his brows, grabbing a napkin to wipe the grease off his hands. "Why, what happened?"-
Tsaaq: "I don't even know, I was trying to get high and like, she was fucking interrogating me for no fucking reason cause I was on the phone I think." He started to explain, his voice raising a little. "And I told her, don't worry it's not a bitch or anything. But she still wasn't satisfied until I told her I was going for a walk and we finally stopped talking about it or something."
Alexithymiaa: "Were you being really sketchy about the phone call?" He inquired, taking another bite of the burger and just straight up smiling because he was enjoying it.-
Tsaaq: Remy furrowed hs eyebrows while honestly trying to recollect it. "Well... Yeah?" He said before shaking his head. "No-" He groaned a little. "I didn't fucking think anybody was home!" Remy argued.
Alexithymiaa: "That's not what I asked you. Cay is pretty chill about most things so you were probably being weird and didnt even realize it. Who were you talking to?"-
Tsaaq: "Nobody important..." Remy answered quietly with a shrug. "And she is not chill, she has no chill. You know her as a friend you don't know her as a girlfriend. There is no chill it's all..." Remy didn't finish speaking, miming explosions with his fingers. "If I'm being fun and shit I'm being suspicious. If I'm trying to be serious about shit I'm being grumpy, like I can't win."
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah, I guess I don't know her like that. Friends with benefits or not, it was always casual." He shrugged and finished off the burger, leaning back on his stool. "Sucks. Sorry."-
Tsaaq: He waved his hand at Brad. "It's fine, really." He told the other male then saw how quickly his food had disappeared after he offered it to Brad. "Probably gonna spend the weekend in the room. I don't know yet." Remy tried to say casually. "Sorry if that like, ruins whatever vagina you're trying to get." He muttered.
Alexithymiaa: "Eh." He shrugged, clearly not worried. "I'll figure shit out. Fortunately there's usually two options for a hook up. My place, or theirs."-
Tsaaq: "Okay cool." Remy said with a nod. "Or your car. The car is an option. Girls act like they don't want to get fucked in cars. They totally do."
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah, maybe YOUR car. Not my car." He shook his head in deep disappointment. "I need a new car."-
Tsaaq: Remy shook his head. "If it makes you feel better I totally got this car from some rich asshole." He said, giving Brad an unenthused pat.
Alexithymiaa: "Where did that rich asshole go, and what does he take as payment?" He raised his brows, a smirk forming over his lips.-
Tsaaq: "I don't know but I kicked his ass. I don't remember why but that happened." He said with a laugh. "I think he was just trying to buy friends honestly cause he was like, a little bitch on a semi regular basis." Remy explained.
Alexithymiaa: "I feel that way about most rich people, honestly. They live very sheltered lives." he moved his hand, adjusting his beanie. "Wait, is that the same guy who bought Steph her car?"-
Tsaaq: Remy rose one of his eyebrows and nodded his head. "Yeah! I think it was." He answered. "This fucking dude, man. No matter where he was? He was on his fucking phone. I swear."
Alexithymiaa: "Was he one of those people who walks and texts and walks into people?" He inquired, shaking his head. "I fucking hate those people."-
Tsaaq: "I don't remember. I was like on so many drugs around that time, but he probably did that shit." He slid off his stool and stretched a moment. "Maybe you could sell something and get some money or something?" Remy suggestedly with a shrug.
Alexithymiaa: "What do I really have that I could sell, that I would want to sell? Nothing I own is worth much except my guitar, and I'm not selling that."-
Tsaaq: Remy furrowed his eyebrows. "Well... Not to sound crass or anything but-" He started speaking then shrugged. "You could sell that ass. How far are we from Vegas?" Remy asked before shaking his head. "Or you could get like, a JOB-job."
Alexithymiaa: "I have a job, job." He remarked, pushing up from his seat. "It just doesnt pay well enough for tuition, books, AND a new car."-
Tsaaq: "Oh..." Remy trailed off as he looked away awkwardly. "Okay well I'm gonna head to the dorm... So I'll see you there. And selling your ass is still on the table. Get paid to do what you love." He said, heading out the cafe to his lambo.
Alexithymiaa: "Yeah yeah..." He waved him off, trying to flag down the waitress for a beverage. The end.-