Peter’s face turned into a gentle smile. “It is.” He sat down across from the other, setting his beer down in front of him. “Why are you so curious about it?”
“Wow. It’s just that I haven’t seen one since I was a kid.” Cisco had to hold back his usual over-the-top reaction as to not scare away the stranger. “How is it still working?”
{Lisa}: I know you said to either text or portal over if I had trouble sleeping.
{Lisa}: Well I haven’t slept much at all the past three nights, I didn’t say anything because
{Lisa}: I’m stubborn so what else would you expect?
{Lisa}: “ Snack foods? You know just how to get my heart don’t you?
{Lisa}: “Alright but you’ll learn a secret only teleological other people know if you see it.
About a minute later Lisa portals over into Cisco’s living room. She was covered in a long trench coat and smirking. "I couldn’t resist the cheesiness of the trench coat. Promise you won’t laugh?”
Cisco just about dropped his phone on his face as Lisa suddenly appeared in his Living room. He quickly grabbed a blanket and sat up, covering his favorite pair of pajamas as he looked over the back of the couch at the woman. “Lisa, I would never laugh at you, only with you,” he replied.
She laughs and blinks a little before giving a nod. “Okay! You are certainly more drunk than I am.” Lisa shrugs and smirks. “I mean its not like I would be complaining at all.”
“I lost Lisa. Have you seen her?” Cisco said, panicked. “ I have to tell her something. It’s a seeecret,” he slurred, his face all scrunched up.
Peter was at a bar, listening to his music on his Walkman, tapping lightly on the table to the beat of the music, sipping his beer occasionally. Once a song ended, he pressed the stop button and took off his headphones. He saw someone staring at him from a distance, like a dog when it sees a biscuit. He refilled his beer and went over to the young man. “Hey, Dude. Whatcha looking at?” He asked.
Cisco downed the last of his beer when the man stood up from his seat and began walking his way. Crap he noticed me, Cisco thought to himself.
“Oh. uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare, but is that a Walkman?”
Cisco backup