Moment During the Summer

"Dammit, this isn't working out at all…" Jude said in his limy accent from the room off to the side. It was a small room, slightly bigger than a closet and unknown in purpose until Jude had taken it up for his art. Max, lounging in the main room throwing peanuts at his bills, looked up at the noise.
"You alright in there, Judy?"
"No, I can't get this project right." The tousled mop and sleepy eyes of Jude poked their way out the door. "I've a commission for a café sign. Café Yes, the new one two streets over."
"Oh, that place?" Max narrowed his eyes in thought, visualizing the beat up little corner store turned café. "What does it matter man, that place'll close down in under a month anyway. "
"Yeah, but I want 'em to pay me first, don't I?" Jude opened the door the rest of the way, falling out into the natural sunlight of the room and dragging over a large dirty paper with the words Café Yes stamped across the front. He landed on the couch next to the smaller man and dropped the paper in front of him.
"I've got nothin'." Jude crossed his arms and leaned his head back, blowing out a loud sigh.
Max flicked his peanut at Jude's exposed throat and pulled over the paper, looking at it. While Jude coughed and clutched at his neck, Max sniffed down at his work.
"Man, this psychedelic font has been done way too much, Jude. Every corner café popping up in this town has some pseudo-deep name and colors that'll burn your retina. I'm all for the movement, man, but not when they're just following the fads." Max snorted in distaste. Jude eyed him in confusion, still rubbing his throat.
"English, college boy."
Max glared at him through his bangs, which were getting long. "Princeton's long gone, man. And you know what I mean- did you think this up yourself, or just go outside and look at some other Village sign?"
Jude glanced at his paper with frustration. "That's what I've been trying to tell you, it's comin' out all wrong, and that's what they're asking for. How do you make an original design for an unoriginal café, hm?"
"You should tell them to screw themselves and that you don't make art for the man." Max's up-to-no-good grin, lopsided and trademarked.
"Not if I want to put something other than peanuts towards our bills." Jude own grin, just as lopsided and slightly less mischievous, as he glanced towards the peanut strewn table and the bills buried underneath.
"Oh, yeah. Those." Max's face pinched into distaste as he looked at them again. "Well I think the best thing we can do about it go outside. Come on, we're hittin' the streets." Max stood up and stretched, giving a sidelong glance at a reluctant looking Jude still seated on the couch. "There's life out there man, and that's just what you need right now. Let's go mess with someone's head."
Jude sighed, but it was through a smile. He couldn't really hide his grin either as he uncrossed his arms and got up, following Max as he brushed off peanut shells and slipped on some shoes, making his way to the door.
"Your never gonna grow up, are you?"
"Don't plan on it."