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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[fucking_kavinsky]

I'll be as good as new after a few more drinks.

[ He takes a good look, because what else is he here for? It's not like he generally hangs out with girls for more than a mediocre lay. The thing with girls is that they always end up talking too much and it really kills his boner. This one, though. She might be worth the small talk, if only for a good time. ]

Does Albert look like a hot chick? [ Well, to be honest, he could have been boning Albert, too but he sure as hell won't tell Veronica that. ] Maybe you couldn't handle my big dick.

[He smirks, then darts forward and lifts the bottom of her robe up, laughing before letting go]

[sophistication]

Somehow I figured as much. [ She gives him another roll of her eyes, though this one is easily on the more playful side than any of her previous ones -- maybe with enough champagne in her system she might actually find Kavinsky to be fairly tolerable. ]

Not on most days. He and his wife have been married.... seventy-something years, I think he told me. I don't think your much of his type anyway.

[ And she has an equally as snarky retort for Kavinsky sitting right on the tip of her tongue, but the moment that he reaches for the bottom of her robe -- and successfully lifts it, giving him a full view of the very little she has on underneath it (or rather, the nothing that she has on underneath.) -- the words are lost in favor of swatting his hand away. ]

Excuse you. [ She shoots him a quick glare, jabbing her foot into his side in retaliation. ] Maybe you do that to all the other girls whose porches you wake up on, but not this one.

[ Veronica pauses for a moment, setting her nearly empty glass down. ] Gimme your hand. [ And she holds her own out expectantly. ]

[fucking_kavinsky]

Like you don't aspire to the same fucking thing.

[He taps his bottle against her glass, then takes another long sip. He's feeling better and better already. Funny how that works, even here. Everyone eventually ends up finding Kavinsky tolerable in some way. Well, almost everyone aside from the adult population of Henrietta, Virginia and one Ronan Lynch (and probably more than a handful of others, but please, his ego)]

Married. Like anyone fucking gives a shit about that.

[He lets out a low whistle, then groans when she jabs at him, grabbing his side, but it turns into a snicker soon after] Fucking tease.

[He raises an eyebrow when she asks for his hand, looking at her quite dubiously]

No fuckin' way, you're gonna like, tell me to close my eyes and take a shit in it or something.