For some reason or another, Santana thought maybe she should be slightly surprised that Hunter was going for the Bailey's at this time of the morning. But then again, it was always five o' clock somewhere, right? With a shrug, she walked back to the refrigerator, where they kept the Bailey's chilled. If Hunter wanted a drink, he was an adult, right? Who was she to stop him? Finding the bottle, she brought it back to the table and set it down next to his mug. "Help yourself, babe," she offered as she turned to go back to the kitchen one last time to pour herself a cup of coffee and cut herself a slice of cake. There was a great bakery down the street, and Santana and her roomies were pretty major fans of sweets in general -- San and Germ much more than Sebastian, though. "Hey, nothing wrong with living a little. Let's be honest, babe... You really do need something to get your mind on besides the things that you're dealing with. Otherwise, you really will end up lost in a ball of misery, and nobody wants that.
"Bitch, please," Santana replied with a sassy gay head wobble that would've made Sebastian either very proud, or very amused. "I don't do the sympathy vote. I bust your balls all day long in therapy, don't forget. If I were a sympathetic person, I'd suck at my job because I wouldn't have it in me to push people through the pain like I do. But there are certain people I'm nice to in general. You're one... My roommate Jeremy's another. He's a sweetie. Just one of those guys you can't truly be mean to, because he's so sweet in general. Not that you're a fluffy marshmallow or anything, because you're not. You're honestly one of the toughest guys I've ever worked with. But on the other hand, I know what it's like to be in a new place and not have friends. It's kind of how I was before I came to Miami. I loved my job, but life isn't just a job. there's more to it than that. I needed people in my life that mattered to me, and I'm pretty sure, if I'm not mistaken, that I'm the closest thing you've got to that here. I know you're not in the mood for it, Hunter, but sometimes you have to just take steps, even when you don't want to, to try and find your way through it all." She laughed out loud at his offer of future sperm as she stirred her coffee. "Pretty sure that's such a long time off my ovaries might actually be completely useless at that point anyway. There's things you can do that don't involve grandparents, though. It's just a matter of getting out and finding them. But I'm off my soapbox at this point. Well... I did have a pretty epic hookup a week or so ago. Turns out a chick I went to high school with is here. I thought she was straight... she was even married at one point to a guy... But now she's pretty much full on into chicks, and we had a great time. We haven't caught up with each other since then, though."
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"Bitch, please," Santana replied with a sassy gay head wobble that would've made Sebastian either very proud, or very amused. "I don't do the sympathy vote. I bust your balls all day long in therapy, don't forget. If I were a sympathetic person, I'd suck at my job because I wouldn't have it in me to push people through the pain like I do. But there are certain people I'm nice to in general. You're one... My roommate Jeremy's another. He's a sweetie. Just one of those guys you can't truly be mean to, because he's so sweet in general. Not that you're a fluffy marshmallow or anything, because you're not. You're honestly one of the toughest guys I've ever worked with. But on the other hand, I know what it's like to be in a new place and not have friends. It's kind of how I was before I came to Miami. I loved my job, but life isn't just a job. there's more to it than that. I needed people in my life that mattered to me, and I'm pretty sure, if I'm not mistaken, that I'm the closest thing you've got to that here. I know you're not in the mood for it, Hunter, but sometimes you have to just take steps, even when you don't want to, to try and find your way through it all." She laughed out loud at his offer of future sperm as she stirred her coffee. "Pretty sure that's such a long time off my ovaries might actually be completely useless at that point anyway. There's things you can do that don't involve grandparents, though. It's just a matter of getting out and finding them. But I'm off my soapbox at this point. Well... I did have a pretty epic hookup a week or so ago. Turns out a chick I went to high school with is here. I thought she was straight... she was even married at one point to a guy... But now she's pretty much full on into chicks, and we had a great time. We haven't caught up with each other since then, though."