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[She sniffs his coffee. Clearly he's added something a little extra to it.]

Seriously? [Guess who is being a grumpy pants?] You're drinking and it's like, 10 am in the morning. [Her eyes widen.] OhmyGod....OH. MY. God. [Meep!] I just sounded like every person over 40 that I know! [Er, like...a parent?]

Gimmie that! [She grabs his cup and downs it. Obviously the responsible "parent".]

Hey..Hey! That was mine. [He pouts with a little wibble and puppy eyes. How dare you stop his self destruction. Monster.]

You know I need it. I can’t focus on getting sober if I got ghosts in my face.

It's really not that good.

That's, like, the worst contradiction in terms, ever. [Don't do that! Nope, look away, look away. Not the little lip wibble! Stay strong. Stay. Strong. Dammit Klaus.]

Besides, we're not really here to twelve-step it.

Donald Trump being the champion for family values is the biggest contradiction. Mine makes sense if you observe the coffee to booze ratio. For example, there is coffee at all. You’re welcome.

Speak for yourself. I’m a great dancer. [Klaus dances a bit and eh. Maybe it’s more impressive with music.]

You ever been to the meeting on 4th? Yeesh. [He wipes his hands on his pants then offers one to shake.] I’m Klaus no last name. Gotta keep it anonymous. [Whispers that last part.]

Edited 2019-08-01 03:37 (UTC)

Vincent. And No. First meeting.

Who's Donald Trump? [She curtly holds a stern finger up to his lips.] DO NOT mess with my fantasy right now.

[She sticks one of those 'HELLO, My Name is ____ stickers on Klaus' chest and takes a Sharpie and fills in the line with "Seymour Butz".]

You're a real Fred Astaire. [She looks around as if trying to locate someone.] So, what do they make you do here anyway?

Court order?

[Vincent shrugs in a very non-committal manner] More like Nothing to lose and an experiment in self-growth.

You can't come up with a better fantasy than that? [He kisses her finger and steals back his cup]

[He looks down at his name and grins.] Oh hey! Those are my plans later. That and a crank.

Talk about the worst shit you did drunk, the people you pushed away, the god you pretend cares for you. [Klaus shrugs and takes her arm to steer them back to the coffee.] It's basically a miserable shit show but what the court order wants, the court order gets. I'm too pretty for prison.

Self growth? Blegh. Never touch the stuff. Besides, you're too young to be this self aware. You're ruining all my preconceived notions of Gen Z.

You only had one?

Iron stomachs, hates gun, and all of you have YouTube channels. Nailed it, right?

Wow! Yeah! That describes me exactly. How did you know?

[Klaus laughs and salutes with his coffee.] it’s a gift.

You must be amazing at parties.

Oh! I am the BEST at parties. How do you think I ended up here? Invoke one little game of strip dodgeball and the police lose their mind.

Edited 2019-08-02 04:50 (UTC)

So you have the court order.

...You played naked dodgeball with the police? Why?

I do. Third one actually. The next ones free.

Big fan of handcuffs. [He wags his eyebrows then takes another sip of coffee.]

[Vincent is giving him a doubtful look] That's not really how it works but...

I mean okay. The handcuff thing I get... But cops? I'd be too afraid they were going to kill me. You can just get someone to play a cop. All the uniform kink and none of the ending up murdered in a police cell that tends to happen.

[He snorts.] They won’t kill me. They know me. Everybody in this town knows me. I’m a little shocked that you don’t know me but how could I not forgive that face?

[He doesn't look convinced. He in fact looks outright doubtful]

Well I am really cute. Everyone forgives me for everything.

I'm not from around here. Kind of just... passing through maybe. I don't know.

[She relinquishes the cup with a smirk.] Nothing that I can think of before 12 pm. [She allows herself to be led back to the coffee machine and begins refilling his cup. She shakes her head.] Nope, I can't do this at this ungodly hour.

[She slips out a thin flask - completely unhelpful - and tries to spirit away a sip as covertly as she could before chasing it with caffeine.]

You definitely are. Mildly obsessed with those cheekbones but it’s cool. I’m pretty in my own way. [bats his eyelashes]

That’s probably for the best. The city makes you hard, my friend. Get out while you still can.