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Evan:
Bee: hey ngl u sexy asff 😘
rosie: Aw ty
Bee: im goin to prison
Bee: but dont fret ive got three days to pull up 🙃🙃
rosie: What did u even do
Bee: murder
Bee: so wanna meet
That was the conversation that dragged Evan Rosier out of his crappy apartment and down the street to the local 7- Eleven at 6 in the morning. He’s been waiting outside for a while, he checks his phone for what feels like the millionth time this minute before hearing an obnoxious yell.
“EV UNDERSCORE ROSIER?!” A confused looking man yells from farther down the parking lot. “ROSIE I’M HERE” The man starts running frantically in circles. Evan knows he must be looking for him. He would have let this scene continue but he really wanted to meet this guy.
“Barty Bee?” Evan says as he walks towards his crazy date. Almost immediately after the words leave his mouth Barty quickly turns around.
“I am so so sorry my love” He gestures to the ankle monitor on his leg, “Lots I’ve gotta deal with just to go on a date”
Evan smirks and looks back up to meet Barty’s eyes. He has a dark brown mullet with neon green ends. Piercings and tattoos to the max. This guy might have been intimidating if he hadn’t just humiliated himself in front of the entire population of this empty gas station. “You’re actually going to prison? I thought that was just your weird way of flirting”
Barty dramatically bites his lip and raises his eyebrows. “You’ll be soon to recognize my flirting by the end of this date” Evan can’t help but wonder, does a gas station really count as a date to this guy??
Evan scoffs and walks towards the Convenience store. He reaches his hand out towards the handle but Barty quickly steps in front of him and pushes open the door. “Ladies first”
The majority of people would think of this as a pretty lousy spot for a first date. Evan however, loves the atmosphere of a gas station in the early morning. The sun isn’t out yet, the shop smells strongly of cigarettes and hot dogs, and it’s completely empty other than the grumpy man slumped behind the counter.
Him and Barty make some small talk about the weather as they wander up and down the isles. When they reach the slushy machine they have a heated argument about whether blue, red, or blue and red, is the ideal slushy flavour.
Once they get to the counter Evan immediately reaches for his wallet. “Slow down there partner,” Barty holds up a $20 bill, “I’ve got it covered,”
“You sure?” Evan gets the vibe that Barty might not be the most financially stable.
“I know what you're thinking, ‘this guy's probably a bum who takes his dates to the crappiest place possible just to escape the never-ending void of emptiness that being alone may bring,’” he takes a deep breath and places his money on the counter in front of them. “And while this may be true, I am also from an incredibly wealthy family, and I only have a week to spend all of our money before I go to jail for twelve years. So please, allow me.”
“Oh really?” Evan also takes out a twenty dollar bill, “Well I happen to also come from a wealthy family,” He doesn’t include the part where he is no longer associated with said family. “And I am planning a real horrendous crime soon, which might land me in prison for 13 years.”
Barty grins, “Oh yeah? Well I also happen to-”
He gets rudely interrupted by the grumpy cashier, who also happens to have an extremely heavy polish accent, “I say just pay for the damn food and go home”
Barty lets out a pitiful sound and looks at the floor like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Yeah, uh, one pack of cigarettes too please, thanks” Barty pays, Evan grabs the stuff, and they speedwalk out the door and onto the sidewalk. Settling down on a bench a little walks away.