#texting me

[drunkennirvana]

Drunken you is missing me.

[starsen1c]

no what because like?? what?? because no?? like what? no. what because no. like? no?

[laureldogbreath]

UH OH

[edgy-old-high-elf]

[playfulkittn]

do you mind if people send you DMS? you seem like an interesting person to talk to, and we'd started talking a while back, but then you stopped answering and I really don't want to bother you

you can talk to me but I cannot guarantee that I will reply, depends on my mood

[sadistic-second]

♣ for a drunk text

Reno was drunk. Plastered. Wasted. Seeing double. He was out of commission. He was laying on his couch, there was a low buzzing for noise somewhere around him. Music of some kind from the sounds of it. He had his phone in his hands, holding it high above his face. He shouldn’t have been texting. He honestly shouldn’t have had his work phone. That should have been with his uniform. But there he was, scrolling through his contacts, picking people at random to say shit to. And really, Reno should have known better than to pick Rufus’s name. 

“Hey there sweet thang. What are you doing tonight? Wanna come over and play spin the bottle?”

And BAM! Sent. Reno should have known better. He really, really should have known better. 

[yessoupy]

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