"I think I preferred it when these bruises were just purple…"
"What? What happened?"
Vaeda hesitated before she rapped her knuckles on the door. It was weird, feeling like a stranger in Marko’s life but she understood. He had a family now, a real one. She was happy for him.
"Nutty!" Vaeda squealed when Hazel came to the door. "Where’s your Pops?"
Looking up, he set the laptop aside and waved, forcing a grin. “Hey Gumdrop!” He exclaimed, probably a little too loudly as Hazel ran back to him and started climbing him like a tree. “Nutty’s obviously glad to see you.”
Staring at the screen, re-reading the e-mail repeatedly until it stopped even making any more sense, he abandoned the laptop with a rather loud thud, almost forgetting Hazel sitting right beside him asking him what’s wrong.
"Well I’ve just performed a jail break so I think that earns me a drink."
"What you drinkin’?"
"We can’t get too trashed. I mean, too much trashed."
"Nah, love. I’m already on my fifth glass of milk. We’re getting trashed."
"Today is my night off, so you might want to keep those little cups coming."
"Night off! Whoo!" He followed with whistle.