text || boomchantress
Jai: You won’t.
Jai: You’re making this way too easy. It’s pretty hot actually.
Cara: You're a twat.
Cara: Go shag your grill buddy out on whatever surface you may like. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

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text || boomchantress
Jai: You won’t.
Jai: You’re making this way too easy. It’s pretty hot actually.
Cara: You're a twat.
Cara: Go shag your grill buddy out on whatever surface you may like. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
text || boomchantress
Jai: Told you. Same thing.
Jai: I like to ask her where her shorts went and to put them back on. Those shorts man.
Cara: And I really want an orgasm.
Cara: Eh, I used to walk down runways in underwear, people've seen me in that before, but Margot in fishnets and those shorts fucked me up. And yes, Joel looking all smooth and Flag-ish was dreamy. You looked like a drunken mess, aka, you are still in character.
text || boomchantress || 10/25/16
Cara: Hey mate! Why have you left me all alone, screw you, come back come back wherever you are!
Jai: Hey you. Sorry about that. I've just been drinking a lot and hiding out, other than the awards last week. I'm in LA, where are you?
[text] I think I've had more tequila than ever before today. Thank god for the text to talk feature, or else I wouldn't be able to type this. I can't really see the screen. [text] Being sad fucking sucks. I hate it. This is why I don't do relationships. I fucking hate feeling like this. [text] I should fight for her, right? Like. Not let her do this whole break thing. Just show up and romance the fuck out of her, and show her that she's the only one I want to be with, right?
[text] WEEELLPPP are you still in New York? I know it still feeds the tabloids crap, but go back to my place to sleep, Jai, don’t just crash in the middle of the street, please.
[text] Yeah, being sad fucking sucks, mate. Relationships suck, feelings should be killed off like everyone on Thrones. But you like Sophia. You really fucking like her, and you’re proving you do because if you didn’t, you’d just tell her to fuck off when she brought all this fucking shit.
[text] So yes, fight. Maybe not now because it wouldn’t be the wisest thing to just roam around when you’re this drunk, babe, but yes fight for her. Send her flowers and chocolates and clothes and whatever else you want, show her that you still like her and want her around and I’m sure she wants you around because she told me to keep an eye on you, and if she didn’t give a flying fuck, she wouldn’t have.
[text] I'm just gonna drink.
[text] You do that, handsome.
[text] Sounds fun, have a good time. [text] Like I told Margot, you can if you want to, but you don't have to.
[text] I’m gonna stay here for a week and then I’ll be where you are, love. Is there anything I can do, brother?
[text] Where are you going, anyways? [text] It doesn't feel fine.
[text] Belfast, Norther Ireland, Game of Thrones set.
[text] Well, not now. Do you want me to text Sophia?
[text] I don't know either. [text] I think Margot and I are going to go get drunk and watch football.
[text] Aww that’s brilliant, I wish I could be there with you two. It’s gonna be fine, Jai.