Hartley chuckled “It’s your house, Cisquito. I’ll do whatever you want to do. I’m yours.”
“Oh. Well. I don’t know what to do.” Cisco laughed. “I usually just sit around and watch movies and drink soda and alcohol and eat snacks.”
Violet sat down, still eyeing him suspiciously. “I dunno. We’re okay. I’ve never seen him this stressed. And he’s pretty mopey about me being best friends with this cop named Eddie. Because Eddie stole iris from him and all that jazz. I don’t know. It’s just a weird situation.”
“That’s a bummer. I haven’t really talked to him lately, and it usually we don’t talk about things outside our friendship. Wait, Eddie? Vi, Eddie died.” Cisco paused, looking intently at his sister. “Are you sure you’re talking about the right Eddie? Blonde, tall, adorable and bubbly in everyway?”
“For science, my ass. Hartley, you’re a terrible liar.” Cisco laughed, grabbing pillows and setting them in his lap as some form of protection. “I’m good. Do you have any questions for me?”
“Everything is science, Cisquito. You know that. I’m not lying. And no, I don’t have any questions for you. I already asked my questions and you answered them.”
“Oh. So what now?” Cisco laughed nervously before taking a draw from his cider. “Movies are out of the question, you wouldn’t pay attention and I would get distracted…”
“What do I have to hide from you? My life’s an open book.” Cisco laughed, grabbing a drink and a bowl of chips before leaning on the counter. “So how are you and Bar?”
Ask Wells out on a date
Dude, no. I’m fine being single. Plus, that’s weird.
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