oops.
some people like to sleep, you know.
pretty good, i guess. chillin’ with dave and cal, not doing anything super important. you know how i do.
how about you, babe?
no denial there.
they can piss off if they don’t like it. it’s going to be our god damn night god dammit.
mine? no problem. whatever you want, lalonde.
sounds like a good deal to me. make up for what we didn’t do as teenagers, obnoxiously making out and being lovey-dovey in public.
i’m sure you’ll look great in whatever you pick out, dear. besides, it’s not like they’d be staying on for long after we go back to your place. <3
i’m glad you think i’m beautiful, babe, but clearly you’ve got me beat there.
but see you admit you’re drunk.
now quit pouting, you can pout all you want saturday evening and get kisses in return.
it’s kind of hard sending kisses via text, you know.
