I really loved this, sis. It gave me FEELS. Mox breaks my heart and you did a fantastic job at bringing out his inner darkness and everything that just makes him so intriguing. You can tell that this is a man that has been broken by life.
Whiskey AND beer. That will make for one hell of a hangover later. Also, ew.
"You’re weird.”
She laughed, a genuine one, before turning back to him.
“You’re one to talk, Jonathan.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And don’t fucking call me Jonathan. Goddamn.”
I laughed so freaking hard. DON'T FUCKING CALL ME JONATHAN. GODDAMN. What is it with guys and an aversion to being full named?
GO HOME, MOX. YOU'RE DRUNK. OMG I can't. I caaaaaaaaan't, Robin.
SERVE ME MY GODDAMN ALCOHOL. BRING IT TO ME, KEVIN. BRING IT TO ME.
He kills me.
I don't think that he should be allowed a lighter. I'm surprised he hasn't used a cigarette to burn someone with in a deathmatch.
“Yes you do! Why the fuck didn’t you say so, I’ll take my pants off right here and fuck you against the side of that building.”
HE WOULD SAY IT. OMG I CAN HEAR IT.
"I want a cigarette, damn it.”
“And I want a Ferrari, we can’t always have what we want. Cry.”
The banter was just hilarious. And the end was sweet. I loved it.