TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[sanjunipero]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Have a little too much to drink last night and send that embarrassing text to your ex?

Did you party a little too hard and send pictures of the wild night... to all of your contacts?

Was 3am when you dusted off the number of that old flame and confessed how much you wanted them back?

Or simply catching up on the adventures that drunk you got into?

Just because heaven is a place on earth at San Junipero doesn't mean it's without any consequence. Be careful checking your phone in the morning, it might have some weird texts from last night.

MAY BE NSFW

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[corve]

[ Ronan feels far more stupid starin st the screen of his phone anticipating a reply than he had when he'd sent the message itself. What was he hoping for? A pleasant conversation with Kavinsky about current events, or their few (more like many) shared interests? They were rarely ever friendly with one another back when Ronan was a teenager, but as much as he might hate to admit it, Kavinsky's the closest thing he has to a friend in this place.

And if that isn't a depressing thought in itself. The one person that he could consider his "friend" -- and didn't it make him cringe just to think of the words Joseph Kavinsky and His Friend in the same sentence -- was also someone he couldn't stand. Someone who made his skin crawl and his blood boil and his vision go red with fury.

Yet, despite all that, he's waiting with baited breath for a reply from the other.

When it finally comes it takes Ronan a minute to realize exactly what the picture is. A fire, obviously.
But... it was too big to be a bonfire and the structure itself looked vaguely familiar. ]

is that.... your place?

[fucking_kavinsky]

[Were they ever friends? No. Were they every other fucking thing? Probably. Kavinsky once thought it was going to be him and Ronan till the end. He had worked it all out in his head, down to the image of the two of them telling every single other person to fuck off and the two of them walking off into a fire together, like a goddamn sunset or something.

Clearly that did not work out, but apparently he's still trying, even if it's full on denial no matter how it goes. It has to be, this time. He's stuck here. This nightmare won't ever end.

Still, he feels utterly satisfied when Ronan keeps texting him back after telling him he absolutely won't. Small victories. ]

It was almost yours, but I decided ur place didn't deserve a fire this grand.

[corve]

[ Ronan actually rolls over in his bed to peek out of a nearby window, trying to see if he can catch sight of the blaze from. He's not exactly sure how far Kavinsky's house is from his own -- the time that he'd found himself there in the middle of the night, he hadn't paid much attention to just how far of a distance it was from his own home.

But, there's nothing more than the dark night sky, stars twinkling overhead and the dull lights of the strip a short distance away. If the blaze of Kavinsky's house was visible, it seemed like just another neon light in a sea of many.

The response earns a snort of laughter as he rolls back over onto his back, one arm folded under his head as he struggles to text with only one hand --he's not exactly as skilled in the art of is as most 21 year-olds. Ronan and technology were never really on the same page. ]

it's almost like you had a conscience for a second.
i'm touched.

[fucking_kavinsky]

[ Kavinsky hasn't checked out where Ronan's house is either (well, maybe in passing, but he was heading that way already), so he's not sure if Ronan can see the fire, but Kavinsky will be sure to send him all angles off it, in between downing more vodka.

Ronan's slow, but Ronan's always been slow and Kavinsky was always willing to wait, all up until the very end. Now he's being forced to repeat it all, over and over again. ]

yea ur fukin touched in the head.
like id waste my fuking time.

[corve]

[ A few more pictures of the blaze arrive to his phone and he thumbs through them pretty carelessly -- there's something far less adrenaline-inducing about only being able to see the entire thing burning up right before his eyes. -- the same disinterested look that he's so perfectly curated over all of these years.

It doesn't falter even when he's alone. ]

maybe. but what's your excuse then?

having a conscience or burning my house down?

[ Considering Kavinsky literally just said that was almost his plan, but now he wouldn't waste his time? The guy is pretty fucking confusing. ]

[fucking_kavinsky]

[Sucks for Ronan, being so far away from it, when Kavinsky is laying out enjoying the fire on this nice night. If he hadn't been such a piece of shit earlier, maybe he wouldn't having such a lonesome sleepless night right now. ]

sine when do i need an excuse to burn shit down???

both, bitch. but apparently 10 times a charm for u.

[Since Ronan said he wouldnt' be contacting him anymore after the 8th time. There's nothing confusing about this. He had a plan and decided it was a waste of time, waste of energy and waste of whatever shit he might get in afterwards. It's about as straightforward as it gets, unless Ronan is hoping Kavinsky will say something he wants to hear]

u learn my # by heart? how fukin sweet.