Cheap as we ever were

 "I just think it's shit," Stu gave Odin a look of distaste as he tied his sneakers again. They kept coming untied. They were both in their tracksuits and puffers. Really, he didn't want to go for a run anyway. "Why do you even listen to  her?" He was bitter about Shelly, but he knew better than to say what he exactly thought of her. Bitch.

"And why do you do anything Mia tells you to do?" Odin shot back as he ran ahead. Stu only sighed as he tried his best to keep up.

"See, you're so out of shape," Odin reminded him as he looked back at Stu.

Stu winced and made a miserable face that he didn't like this, one little bit. His lungs were suffering from the cold. Or so he'd say.

"You know, I'd rather be at the pub watching a game," Stu was in a huff, perhaps out of breath. "I can't...can't  we just walk?" Of course, it was a bitter chill.

"Running will make you warmer," Odin ran in place as he waited. Stu kept an even lip and sped up to Odin who of course, took off again.

"Are you sure this wasn't your idea?" Stu squinted with a scowl. 

"Look, mate, you are just as low on funds as I am," Odin was running backward now along the little scenic stream that of course was only to be admired with the iron fence in front of it. It seemed the older kiddies who should have known better had been trespassing these last few years. Naturally, most were a bit tipsy and fell in. 

Stu looked at the landscape on the gray damp day. Honestly, it was depressing.

"Well, I'll make coffee," Stu decided. "Let's go in. Please?" So they turned back and went to Mia's flat.

"So you just call this home, do you?" Stu knew Odin had wanted to ask for ages.

"I suppose," he shrugged as he went to put in the grounds in the coffeemaker. He was definitely making this a strong trucker's brew. He grinned with delight as he took in the aroma of the Columbian coffee.

"Just supposing?" Odin looked at him as if he was the slacker he always knew he was.

"What of it?" Stu wasn't trying to be something he wasn't.

"Well, you look so settled, as of late?" Odin made it sound as if he was becoming a bore.

"Settled?" Stu smirked. "Is that what you call it? Before I know it we'll be reading BARBARIAN ALIEN and loving it."

"Is it any good?" Odin sat across from him at the dining table as he took a sip of the black coffee.

Stu only chuckled.