#dylan: text

[sammydevans]

TEXT 📲 Dylan x Sam

Dylan: Hey there Sam! There’s a party at my house Sat for Ava’s day. Starts at 3 if you want to come by and rescue me, I mean have cake and pizza. We can even have a congratulatory beer to your new position!

Sam: As if I'd miss Ava's birthday! Especially with it being the first one I don't have to *travel* for! Acting like you have to bribe me lol.

[harper-archive]

Text: Happy birthday, Harper. Hopefully "Ocean" has something amazing planned for you, hm?

[Text]: ....Only I can call him Ocean you have not been given permission to do such.

[Text]: But thank you. :)

[harper-archive]

Text: Well, thanks for the information. Bro.

[Text]: No problem.

[harper-archive]

Text: Okay. $300 it is. Just tell me where Harper is and you'll get money.

[Text]: New York City. She was going on about being single and homeless when she first started drinking. Sounds like she’s just hoping to sucker some rich dude into a marriage while she’s here.

[harper-archive]

Text: $100? $200?

[Text]: $300.

[harper-archive]

Text: Because I can pay you a lot more than $20 if you tell me where you and Harper are.

[Text]: How much?

[harper-archive]

Text: Yes, I know how to read 'bro', though you seem to be the idiot out of the two of us. New York, though -- New York City? New York State?

[Text]: I’m an idiot? I don’t see why this idiot has to answer your question. 

[harper-archive]

Text: Where is Harper?

[Text]: Do you know how to read, bro? She’s dancing on a bar. Now she’s taking off her shirt. Hope she doesn’t lose it, New York weather is a bitch right now.