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With his parent's cafe crawling with Blacksuits, Writ needed another place to get his fix. There were a couple of cafe-ish places here and there, but none of them seemed genuine. He wandered into another cafe that caught his eye.

Writ was expecting coffee, but all he saw was ice cream. This wasn't a bad thing (Because, hey, It's ICE CREAM.), but he really wanted an espresso over a Snoopy pop right now. Writ wanted to stay up all night. Run around the rooftops, start some trouble, just an average Saturday night for him. Though the Blacksuits have made the past few days a lot more interesting.

He was up for anything right now, Game-related or not. His planning for the Game bordered on obsessive and un-fun. What he needed right now was a break. Writ sat down on a stool at the counter of the supposed cafe and waited for someone to start serving.

Quinn.

Calling Writ by his name.

In an apron.

Not blatantly trying to seduce him.

Who are you and what the hell did you do to Quinn?

"Oh, Quinn! Hey! I didn't know you worked here." Writ smiled at the familiar face, "I've been doing alright, you know, surviving and all." He waved a hand like it was no big deal.

"The float sounds great man, I'll take one of those." The sugary deliciousness of ice cream alongside a caffeine bomb of espresso? With their powers combined, they create yet another sleepless night in the city, and a huge crash the next day.

"Put an extra shot of espresso in there, could ya?"

It was a little unnerving to see Quinn actually working, mostly because it showed that the man had self-control. Which was new, Writ was under the impression that Quinn was the only person in the entire city that could exceed him in impulsiveness. Though he suspected that was only because he had experienced his erratic nature firsthand.

"Yeah, what have you been up to?"

Writ watched Quinn go about his week as he went about making the float. There was a lot more drama in Quinn's life than his own. All Writ had to worry about waking up each day, cause some havoc during the weekends, and sleep. Quinn had some sort of crazy love triangle going on. Was Writ a part of it? Hopefully not. He hoped that his friend's phase of calling him "Honey" was just a way to get at Vale, because he didn't want to be part of it. His ears perked up at the mentioned of Faylen.

"About that..." Writ was about to start, but a large glass of ice cream and espresso found it's way on the counter. He laughed at Quinn's supposed disclaimer, "You're talking to a guy that was raised in a old fashioned coffeehouse. Bring it on."

To prove his point, he took a big gulp of the float, leaving him with a whipped cream mustache and a satisfied smile on his face, "Damn, you wonder why no one thought of this one before, that was good."

He took out his money and slapped it on the counter, "You know" Writ took a sip of his float from the straw, "I saw Faylen yesterday, he seemed confused about something, he had a lot of questions for me and--" He paused, hopefully Quinn knew where this was going, "You do know he's like, twelve, right? I think he knows the difference between 'wrestling' and 'rampant sex'."

Sluuuuuuuurp.

"Yeah, I figured Vale would've been the one to say that." Writ said, "He can think up a good lie if you gave him a minute. Sure did a good job riling up that angry mob the other night." He looked at the newly formed float Quinn put out. It was tempting, but Writ felt content with just one of these newfangled Quinnventions. Besides, he didn't have the money to splurge on fancy ice cream drinks no matter how tasty they were. The blockades had put Writ's usual money-making schemes on hiatus. He pushed the cup back to Quinn,

"I think I'm good, how bout' treating yourself, eh? Take a break." Writ said, looking down the counter. There weren't any people that were in any particular need of service at the moment.

"I'm bored, and I could use the company-- specially' knowing I'm not gonna get any sleep tonight."

Writ shrugged when Quinn posed. Hairstylist he was not. None of his friend's Fabbbulous (b's slurred and all) fashion sense had rubbed off on him.

"Huh, kinda expected more from Vale's god. From what he told me the guy was some sort of sadist." Writ leaned back on his stool and stretched his arms out, "Guess that's a good thing though, I'd hate to talk to a stump of a neck." He grunted out a quick "Heh" before it got quiet again. It didn't seem as funny after he thought about it. Writ had talked to a dead, heart-ripped-out-of-his-chest Seth just yesterday and the image of talking to a headless Quinn was rather unpleasant.

"Well, either way, you traumatized the damn kid" He started matter-of-factly, "you should've saw his face when he started trying to explain what happened."

"It's alright, kid's just gonna have an interesting childhood to look back on. I pointed Faylen towards Vale to get some answers. Oughta be entertaining." A smirk. Too bad he wouldn't be around to see it. He contented himself with the sheer knowing that he was making someone's life just a little bit more difficult.

Writ sipped the rest of his float and sighed, "Tepin huh? Man, first they're treating each other like siblings, then they're dating." Nothing like some psudo-incest to push the Game and it's players even further across the taboo line.

Writ blew up his bangs and gave Quinn a slightly annoyed look, enough with this depressing gossip, "Man, when do you get off of work? We should do something. Get your mind off things." Wrecking havoc with wild abandon-- the best cure to any sort of drama.

"Yeah, when you're not taking advantage of drunk people." Writ thought about that, "Though I guess that doesn't stray from my line of work either. Been doing it less lately though." There was slight trauma involved when you wake up with a naked friend and a hangover. Maybe Writ should have thought about his word choice.

"Blowing things up, inciting mobs, creating chaos for fun and profit." He clarified, "You know, Anarchist's Cookbook type stuff. I say the city's been quiet enough lately." Not get drunk in the bedroom type stuff, anything but that kind of stuff.