you've got mail ! (roe)

He's thinking about hitting Arlo in the face again as he's doing it. It's not really a nice thing. It's not charity work. He's just bored and thinks it'll probably be funny.

What happens when you take a boytoy and then take away his boytoy?

What happens if you give the first boytoy something flammable?

It's the set-up to the world's worst punchline. He's setting the world record for most practical comedian. Roe's digging the bottle out of his bag before he can even finish the thought.

No wrapping paper around, no ribbon either, so they'll just have to rawdog it. Roe tucks it beside the vending machine, a double date all over again, Tavi's annoying voice turning into Tavi's annoying face turning into Tavi's annoying dead face.

Guess that sucked.

But with any luck, Arlo will find his little gift. And if he doesn't, well, at least the rats will have a good time tonight.

He rips an order ticket off from the book on the counter and flips it over, scrawling out a rather heartfelt - 'sorry about your bf' with a very emotive ): then finishing it with - 'oil up one last time, on me'.