“So apparently there’s this fake account of me on a dating site and the person who created it is clearly someone that I pissed off, because the bio is less than flattering. I would be angry, if I didn’t find it so amusing.”
“I’m kind of dreading going back home honestly. My sister has the breakup dumps and I have no advice for her. I can’t get her to leave the house. It’s been two days.” This was exactly part of the reason DeMarcus hated getting caught up in relationships. “It’s just depressing.”
Gideon stood on the deck of the club in a nice suit, looking out at the city and sipping a glass scotch. He seemed calm– But that wasn’t the case inside his head. “You know– Now that I got suspended for three weeks and don’t have to sit in front of the board until then.. I need something to do.”
“It’s days like this that makes me wish I had a different job.” Gideon muttered as he held the ice pack to his forehead. While trying to treat someone, Gideon ended up getting kicked in the head. Now he sat on the curb, beside the ambulance while his partner patched up the patient.
“This jet lag is really fucking with me. Now I get why people complain about it.” He laughed, rubbing his eyes as he leaned back in the booth, blinking a few times. “It was a good trip, though! I’d love to go back soon. Did I miss anything exciting while I was away?”
“The human equivalent of one of those dogs that looks like a horse, huh? Actually that was creative. But hey, if I knew people was going to miss me so much, I would have displayed a giant picture of me in the middle of Manhattan“.