Welcome to another riveting installment of the world is dark and grey and moral integrity is at an all time low. Here we have the classic twofer bankshot. Whilst trying to admire my own reflection past a bottle of aperol (a sprouse family tradition), I spied with my medium sized, heavily bagged eye- a young couple interfering with my ritual. The boy, cautiously garbed in a sports cap with a large B on it (which I can only assume stood for bastard man) (idk #sports), and his girlfriend?/social media manager snapping a duel through the reflection in the bar mirror. In an act of solidarity she showed the boy the scope of her weapon, which caused him to feign intrigue in yet another one of her dinner captures. A fake smile, a paid check, the day, and the relationship-saved. Oh domestic bliss. A night out feasting on both a succulent meal and my succulent patience. Fear not, I shall spice things up for you. I can tell from the quickness of your draw that you order your dishes: mild. #cameraduels