THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS (2001)

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

✶ ⠀ ▊ ▊ ▊ ⠀ NOW READING : ⠀WHAT'S IN ICE'S POCKETS ?

( 1 ) his black sidekick 2 can always be located on his person in his back right pocket; it's apparently bad luck to place it anywhere else... also he's forgetful. ( 2 ) a small baggie of weed can either be tucked away in his back pocket with his sidekick or it doesn't exist depending on who's asking. ( 3 ) the keys to his honda sr2000 are typically latched onto his belt loop or in his front left pocket. ( 4 ) this little black lighter has been through hell and back with him since he moved to miami; claims it's his "good luck charm" because he has yet to lose it unlike his others lighters. front right pocket. ( 5 ) a pack of extra gum since you never know whose breath stinks or what pretty face will approach him on the streets. you can never be too sure. also in his front right pocket. ( 6 ) literally can't leave the house with grabbing some kind of chapstick or lip balm. wdym you left your house with your lips ashy ? you're 20. still in his front right pocket. ( 7 ) everybody has loose money somewhere on their person and he keeps his in his left back pocket or really anywhere he feels like placing it. ( 8 ) he's hot, of course he has condoms on him at all times; swears it's for other people who might need it but... he's lying. normally kept with his sidekick and weed.

⠀⠀ hypocritical to say the least; there's been countless nights where the exact same humiliation consumed him ⏤ yes, those times were purely by accident and never on purpose... obviously he'd just admit he had nothing on him and smile to get what he wanted eventually. even if romeo had sympathy, that didn't make the wait less annoying, head going back with his arms crossed, sharing a bored expression with the person behind him. “ can you believe this guy ? ” romeo mutters, grinning when the person nods and comments themselves. by the time he looks back, he's face to face with cogs, causing a loud, amused laugh to fill the air. “ no shit ?! ” the sight was unheard of, romeo removing his glasses to take a harder look at his crew member in delight. “ what are the odds... ” indulging in the unexpected face for a few seconds longer, he eventually sidesteps the other, stepping up to the bar and being met with an instant eye roll and sigh. “ whatever he wants, it's on me. i have it this time ! no more tab shit, seriously, ” hands reach into his pockets and exposes a wad of cash, pulling out a crisp $20 bill and flashing it with a cocky smirk. after ordering his own drink, his gaze is back on him, face still highly entertained. “ it's new years eve ! even i knew better than to pull that stunt tonight. ”

TIME  :  LATE EVENING, NEARING MIDNIGHT. LOCATION  :  12WELVE, NYE PARTY. STATUS  :  ACCEPTING  REPLIES  ! ASSUME CONNECTIONS.

the  tips  of  his  ears  were  searing  to  the  touch  as  the  line  continued  to  stall, and stall, and stall... all to the fault of his own.  visage  was  beet  red,  hands busied with undergoing  a  prolonged  self-pat  down  to  the  dismay  of  disgruntled  bar patrons,  only  to  realize  his  wallet  had  promptly  grown  legs.  fist resurfacing, all  that  rested  in  his  palm,  and  humiliatingly  so,  was  a  crumpled  three  dollars,  some  coins,  and  a  gum  wrapper,  to  which  he  said,  “  no,  no  —  i  swear  i  have  something  in  here  !  ”  with  his  protestation  directed  at  an  all-too-annoyed  employee.  in  a  feat  of  desperation,  caisey  could  only  turn  to  the  next  person  in  line  -  does  he  know  them  ?  whatever.  not  the  time.  “  can  you  spot  me  like  …  five  bucks  ?  c'mon,  please.  i  have  my  wallet  in  my  car.  “  probably.  he  was  pleading,  at  this  point.  ”  swear  you  could  like,  follow  me  back  to  my  car  after  this  —  i've  got  cash  in  there.  "

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routine. that's all she wanted ⏤ to establish a more comfortable, calm schedule than relying on her thirst for an adrenaline rush she longed for yet dreaded recapturing. though this ? was not what dime wanted, either. hunched over the first register at her dingy little job, head propped up on her elbow as she poorly fanned herself with a times magazine in front of a janky table fan sounding as if it was on it's last leg. her co-worker was busy stocking the aisles, but dime knew they were just lounging wherever a camera couldn't find them, leaving her to attend the front of the store in case anyone walked in. just her luck, the bell rings out, causing her eyes to peacefully shut in disinterest. “ welcome to dollar tree. if you're gonna steal, please don't do it in front of a camera. ”