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@sawyer-camden
dukexrossi:
Are you kidding me? I’m winning the gold medal for fake texting championship.
I think you should take it from me, the self-crowned gold medalist of texting, that you’re terrible. I think you should stick to the weights, at least you’ll beat me there.
javierxreyes:
It breaks and I pay you to fix it, kid. I don’t need to know how it all works.
I was trying to be nice and save you some money, Mr. Reyes– though I really don’t mind that you’re my biggest customer.
elenaxreyes:
Oh really? And I thought you were making a clever pun about my dead heart, I was ready to compliment you on it.
The right. You’ve already seasoned it with dirt.
I’m really not that funny, or mean enough depending on how you look at it, to joke intentionally.
Oh... no, I’m pretty sure that’s the shoe that hit something very questionable when I went to help your dad with his computer again. Lets just hope it’s mud.
dukexrossi:
Why? It’s a useful tool to avoid conversations with someone you don’t want to have. Or so I’m told.
You kind of have to be good at fake texting, and you’re terrible.
andrewxxjones:
I’ve got his phone number and we’ve texted a little, but he’s also the kind of person who would reply to be nice. I do need to point out right now that you just called me cute, that’s a really important admission. I hope my cuteness can sway the slander Margo has undoubtedly caused.
Well, then we can be miserable together.
Toby is a very nice person, but I don’t think he gives his number out to just anyone– I don’t think I have his number, and I’ve practically grew up with him around. I am not one that lies about my best friend’s cuteness, so I definitely know you can sway him to forgive whatever Margo told him.
You know what they say, misery loves company and I can’t wait.
elenaxreyes:
I think we know your heart will survive it.
That’s not... where I was trying to go. Do you think the left shoe would taste better, or the right– since I’ve thoroughly put my foot in my mouth.
andrewxxjones:
The offer is always there. She told Tobias that I told you both about having a drink with him and probably a lot of other stuff knowing Margo.
Your sister is a terrifying force, I think she would skin me if I got in-between the two of you.
Oh... oh no. Knowing Margo, she went overboard in a lovingly teasing way and probably spooked him. I’m sure it’s nothing your cute face can’t fix, probably.
Scaredy cat– just know that if you and Tobias do end up getting closer, you’re going to have to deal with her more and on a way scarier level.
dukexrossi:
I assume this is what the kids today call fake texting.
I guess but the real question I have... is why?
javierxreyes:
That sounds like a lot of drama I don’t really care about.
I was telling you how to not make your computer go boom, but I guess you can just call me if it happens again.
andrewxxjones:
This feels like an attack against me. Do you know something about Margo I don’t? Because I’m certain she’s trying to ruin my life right now.
I had to study. You could have stayed home in solidarity.
Kind of– I would much rather have traded places with you and read your boring medical books. Seems like she enjoys making us squirm. What’d she do to you?
You tell my sister no when she drags me to social functions, I’d actually like to see it.
andrewxxjones:
You danced? Actual dancing? And I missed it…
Why do I always miss out on the good stuff?
Yes, you missed it, how sad that you’ll never see it. Margo made me and I’m forever mad at her.
Well, you’re the one that didn’t go, so really it’s on you.
andrewxxjones:
Did that really happen?
Yes, I danced and it was awful.
I filled my socializing quota for the next ten years.
margoxhansen:
Nope, no sir, we are having none of this self-deprecating pessimist bullshit bumming out my area. Then I’ll kick you in the ass so hard that I’ll leave a heel shaped mark. Come on, Sawyer, do it for me.
If you don’t want it to bum out your area, you’re going to have to leave my area. Fine– if I end up throwing up because of nerves, then that’s going to be on you.
lucaxmurphy:
Luca stopped smacking his hands together mid-clap, noticing the visible uncomfortableness and turning to look if anyone was peering their way. The music and uproarious talking was loud, but some did glance with an eyeroll knowing the man’s typical antics. “Oh, sorry, does that bother you? Maybe I need to be a little louder.” The last statement rose in volume that echoed in the same pattern as previously before Luca offered a light-hearted chuckle, “I don’t shut up, I grow up and when I look at you, I throw up.” He recited childishly with a grin. “If you were actually patient, Sawyer, you’d wait a few minutes. In the meantime, big boy pants are coming on.” Beckoning over a bartender, Luca made his request and watched the man place a glass of brown liquid in front of Sawyer, “You want to get fucked at a real party? Bourbon, down the hatch.”
Sawyer wanted to die in that moment, internally kicking himself for seeking out Luca who was a notorious loud mouth just because he wanted to be around someone he knew. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” Sawyer whispered, barely audible over the commotion of the party. He knew, however, that wasn’t exactly true– Saw couldn’t hate someone he’d practically known his entire life and was basically his brother. “That’s... so immature– aren’t you like twice my age?” Sawyer asked, though his attention turned to the glass of bourbon was sat in front of him. “I think you’re actually trying to kill me,” he murmured as he lifted the glass, taking a tentative sip and immediately recoiled, “that’s actual vomit. Am I being punk’d right now?”
audreyxfabray:
Boy across the hall, the drapes are fucking ugly.
I don’t think the owner of the drapes would agree with you, Ror. What would you suggest I do for fun, then, that doesn’t involve me ridiculing myself?
neveahxlebaux:
What do I have to give to get your skinny ass out on that floor? I will give you whatever, do whatever. I just need you to dance with me.
I... really don’t think you should ask people that, there’s some weirdos out there. I’ll dance if you somehow get a conga line started.
peytonxadams:
Getting dragged out of your house sucks. But, you do get super cool clothes and dressed up as one of the best looking people here. So, it kind of all equals out.
I’m jealous.
We can trade clothes, I don’t even give a crap at this point– I think Lo just wanted me to advertise her next line she’s going to be dropping soon.