University has been awful today. I missed a couple of days, and you would have thought I had missed two weeks with the amount of catch-up I had to do today. I wrote this when I had a spare moment because I wanted a cigarette. And I don't even smoke. Also, introducing Hercules, my male courier. :D :D :D
"You got one of those to spare?" Hercules asks, slumping onto the couch next to Boone. Boone takes a leisurely drag, and rummages through his pocket for his last cigarette. He gives it to the courier freely. After a moment of fumbling with his lighter, he says,
"Thought you didn't smoke." Hercules laughs dryly, motioning for Boone to light his cigarette.
"I don't. I think I deserve a victory cigarette every now and then. Or, as I like to call it, a "I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-I'm-doing" cigarette." He chuckles, and takes a deep drag. His eyes close in an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Met the colonel, didn't you?" Boone asks. Hercules opens one eye to look at him.
"That obvious?"
"Rolls off of you."
"Huh," Hercules says. "How about that." He cuts his eyes over to Boone. "You think she'd fuck me?" Boone exhales a puff of smoke in a ring, and Hercules points his finger through it, gleefully muttering 'Don't let it die a virgin!' He rolls his eyes, and answers,
"Not a chance."
"Think she'd at least get a cup of coffee with me?"
"Probably not," Boone says after a moment of false deliberation.
"Would you get a cup of coffee with me?"
"You're pushing it."