paying in naivety

Tatum Davies. 20. I design websites and put syran wrap over toilet seats and stuff.

[tatumdavies]

gdievansnow:

… suddenly I think I see the cold, harsh reality of defeat in the distance. Of course there has to be a prize. No question of that. Loser has to dress up in fairy wings and a tutu handing out cupcakes and throwing glitter all over town.

You do, and it’s coming for you. You’ve yet to comprehend just what you’ve gotten yourself into. Oh, come on. That’s not a good prize. I’m fairly certain you and I both know that neither of us would be bothered by having to do that.

[tatumdavies]

gdievansnow:

Excuse me, I think not. Do we need to have an ass talking competition? Because I may fail at many things, but this is not one of them.

I’m game. Not only am I the master of ass talking, I’m also pretty damn competitive. Are there prizes in this competition, or is it for the sake of pride?

[tatumdavies]

gdievansnow:

I’m just the master of thinking on my feet and talking out my ass. Two very valuable skills, I’ll have you know.

Oh, I know the value of talking out of your ass, trust me. I’d actually even go as far as saying I probably beat you out for the master title. 

[tatumdavies]

gdievansnow:

I’m pretty sure Bond drank gin. Mostly because vodka is associate with Russia and didn’t he fight with the Russians most of the time? Gin all the way, he’s an all american hero after all.

How many answers do you have shoved up your ass? You seem to pull one out for nearly everything.

[tatumdavies]

gdievansnow:

What’s wrong with cheesy spy movie? I like my martinis… well I don’t actually drink martinis but if I did they would be shaken, not stirred.

Do you also know if they’d be a gin or a vodka martini? Or did your 007 movie not cover that part?

[tatumdavies]

gdievansnow:

Basically, you could tell me but then you’d have to kill me? I’m too pretty to die, so I think I can handle not knowing.

I was trying to avoid that cliche, actually, but if you want to be all “cheesy spy movie” about it, that’s the gist.

[tatumdavies]

Okay, so I know you’re probably wondering why I disappeared off the face of the earth for about a month and all but, due to my super-secret spy status, I can’t disclose that information for your own safety. 

[tatumdavies]

Text | Evan

Evan: Both. Depending on my mood.

Tatum: This is going to get confusing.

[deanashton]

I was.. in Mist. Just walking. And I… I met some guys and I was in their “territory” or something.

[tatumdavies]

...do you know who the guys were? Names or anything?

[tatumdavies]

Text | Evan

Evan: Absolutely and completely.

Evan: You're my beloved pegacorn.

Evan: That's your nickname by the way.

Tatum: Is the nickname Pegacorn or Beloved Pegacorn?

Tatum: Just so I know what to answer to.

[desdemonareese-blog]

Other people, not me. For the most part anyway. I’ve never been good at that. Or I have, I’ve just never cared enough to try very hard. Nurturing? Ha! I’m usually on the other side of the equation. The back room is pretty cozy. Or I suppose we could always take a raincheck for another day. Well flowers are a big turn off for me, so maybe this lesbian thing won’t work out. Damn. You sure? We could at least try making out fro a bit.

[tatumdavies]

I guess that’s fair enough. I feel bad for all the plants you’ve killed. I’m guessing you’re not really the motherly, cuddly type then, huh? That’s probably a good thing. Those kind of people kind of freak me out a little bit. Duly noted. Flowers are a turn off. If I ever end up in that back room with you, I’ll keep that in mind. Are you hoping that your skills in kissing will draw me in? Because those are some high hopes.

[tatumdavies]

Text | Evan

Evan: Well luckily for you, I don't know much about anything.

Tatum: Are you saying you believe in me?

Tatum: Aw, how sweet.

[desdemonareese-blog]

I’m not a Rastafarian, I think I’ll pass on that one. But they’re so pointless. All you’re doing is watching the slow death and decay of a poor creature. And it’s supposed to be pretty. Plus what a cliche. Polite? When did you get the impression I was polite? When I was talking about my grandmother’s vagina? … I’m used to hitting up guys, as is obvious. But it’s the back room or a flea-bitten apartment. That’s all I’ve got to offer location-wise. I love them. So much easier than trying to deal with anything more complicated. Promise you won’t hear from me again if you don’t want to. Send me flowers and I will dump them back on you.

[tatumdavies]

There’s a lot of shit that’s pointless, but people do it anyway. The fun part is seeing if you can actually keep the plant alive. It makes you nurturing or something along those lines. Yeah, I can definitely tell that you don’t pick of girls too often. I can’t say much, though, because I’ve never picked up a girl either. I would offer up my place, but there’s a strong possibility that either my parents or my annoying brother might pop up. I’m not up for that level of awkward. Oh, no that’s definitely not why I haven problems with them. And the fact that you’re so against my lovely floral gesture isn’t making me want to sleep with you anymore.

[tatumdavies]

Text | Evan

Evan: So your one weakness is the same as that of birthday candles and wishing wells?

Tatum: It's more like the tooth fairy.

Tatum: The more you learn, the less you believe in me.

[tatumdavies]

Text | Sven

Sven: I'm taking that as a yes. And yeah, I am. At Yordan.

Sven: Not good for you?

Tatum: I'm gonna go ahead and say this is confidential information.

[tatumdavies]

Text | Evan

Evan: Damn... have you been stalking me?

Evan: Or are your psychic?

Tatum: If I told you, the illusion would be so lost.

[desdemonareese-blog]

But it’s still flowers. What the fuck am I supposed to do with flowers? Give them out free at my shows? I think it’s just easier to assume that there is no brain at all. That way we can’t really be surprised. Maybe not in this exact location, no. But I have keys to the backroom of the Pulse. I swiped them off a guy there. First and last? So you can send them flowers afterwards?

[tatumdavies]

You just came up with a perfectly viable solution! Or you could do what normal people do and smell them and call them pretty until they inevitably die and you throw them in the trash. It’s the polite thing to do, damn it. Wow, you know how to woo someone, don’t you? Offering to do me in the back room of the Pulse. I think there’s a pun in there somewhere. No, mostly because I’ve never been a big fan of one night stands. They always end up messy for me. Although the flower thing is my new goal.