“Hey Writer! What the h-e-double hockey sticks!” D walked in yelling.
“Hockey sticks?” Alex said with a snort, not looking up from his book.
“Oh what the frou-frou,” D muttered, throwing himself into a chair beside Alex.
“Frou-frou?” Alex chuckled and shook his head.
“For schzizzle,” D said with a sigh.
“Oh stop,” Alex gasped, laughing in earnest now.
“What the frou-frou did I do?” D asks a little desperately.
Alex falls off his chair to roll around laughing while I ignore them both and D glares down at him.
“Seriously man, a little help here?” He implores.
“Oh geez,” Alex gasps as he sits up, wiping tears from his eyes.
“What the frou-frou did I do?” D glares at me.
“Pretty sure it’s your attitude,” Alex says as he stands up, looks over at me.
“My attitude? I’m peachy keen jelly bean,” D snaps. His mouth opens, snaps closed, opens again. “F-I-N-E, my attitude is f-i-n-e,” he says triumphantly.
“You yelled.” Alex slaps the back of D’s head then strolls over to make coffee. “There you go babe,” he says with a smile as he places a perfect cappuccino before me then retakes his seat.
“I yelled?” D repeats. “Well for frou-frous sake.”
“Thanks Alex.” I take a sip, wait for D to make nice.
“Hey writer babe,” he begins but Alex’s slap to the head cuts him off. They exchange looks and D rolls his eyes but starts again. “Hey princess, how are you today?”
“Oh hey D,” I reply, all ‘I didn’t see you there’. “I’m great, how are you?” Big smile.
“Oh um.” He winces. “Just fine,” he says with a grin. “Fucking great!” A relieved laugh.
“Good to hear.” I go back to reading and drinking.
D clears his throat so I give him my attention. “It’s just … I was wondering about my story.”
“The story. The zombie story,” he quickly corrects himself.
“The one without any zombies? What about it?” I frown.
“It’s the new character, I don’t think he should be in there.”
“The doctor? I sent him to save your girl.” Didn’t think that needed explaining …
“I didn’t need help,” D snaps. “I was about to go raid the nearby doctor’s office.” He shoves up out of his chair and starts to pace.
I watch him for a minute, shoving his hands through his hair, mumbling something that sounds a lot like ‘I’ll fucking kill Max’.
“Are you … angry about this D?”
“No he’s passionate,” Alex says with a grin.
I laugh. “Thanks Alex.”
“Any time babe.” He winks at me then goes back to reading.
“So this is about Max?” I clarify.
“Did someone say my name?”
D growls, Alex laughs, I sigh. I think I’m going to need a bigger table.