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"So."
"So?" Jess looked up from the flimsy paper menu, text already blurred from water stains.
"So. How's the rabbit?"
"Oh, fuck you."
Tabitha was not to be trusted with confidential work information, apparently. If these mimosas weren't $10 each, Jess might throw one in her face. She still might.
"Still very dead." She gave Tabitha a pointed look before returning to browse the waffle options. "Thank you very much for asking."
"Funeral arrangements?"
Jess flipped to the other side. $18 for a side of hashbrowns. "Would you like to make them?"
"Honestly? I'm bored. Roman's been MIA for like, a month. Send me the details."
"I literally honestly will."
Usually their weekly brunches were someplace at least halfway decent, and sometimes amazing, but this place was a complete mess. Bland food with nonsense names and highway robbery prices, uncomfortable chairs, last year's pop hits turned way too loud, unsettlingly sticky floors, window view blocked by sidewalk construction in full, noisy swing, and, from looking around at the other tiny tables, possibly the smallest mimosa glasses Jess had ever seen in her life.
A huff of frustration from Tabitha. "Wanna get coffee to go and then go someplace with actual edible food?"
"Please." Jess was more than happy to crumple up the menu and look at Tabitha's near-perpetually cheery face. "Remind me why we let him choose the brunch location again?"
"Speak of the devil." Tabitha pointed behind her. "Let's just leave before he starts stealing pastries and gets us banned again." She stood up. "Sadegh!"
Jess gathered her bags, glancing at her phone to check for further animal murder perpetuated by Kendall – once confirmed clear – "IHOP three blocks away?"
Tabitha's grin was dazzling. "You're reading my mind."
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outgoing:: so nice of you to ditch us a minute into brunch. tabs says to tell you ur uninvited from next week
incoming::stewy:: fuck youuuuuu
incoming::stewy:: coming to the rager next weekend?
outgoing:: not sure josh aaronson's daughter's bat mitzvah qualifies as a rager
incoming::stewy:: oh bc ken fuckfest is going to be such an event
outgoing:: i despise the implication that i would be offended by that
outgoing:: besides i forked over my day-of duties to the blonde pr minion
outgoing:: didnt feel like spending my saturday checking in billionaires at the entrance to the maternal vaginal reconstruction
incoming::stewy:: well now i have to go
outgoing:: anyways probably yes maybe idk ask me the day of we'll see
incoming::stewy:: okay fuck you too
incoming::stewy:: [stewy has sent a GamePigeon request: Let's Play 8 Ball!]