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

Comments

[corve]

i'm sure it's a fine, upstanding citizen too.

maybe. i've got a lot of houses to hit and a lot of sauce to give out.

[fucking_kavinsky]

doesnt talk back to me to like a little shit.

the fuck???

[corve]

if it could, it would.

what? i give back to the community.

[fucking_kavinsky]

well ok i guess i do like a little bite

i mean u and i go way back, i shud be first

[corve]

i thought you liked it when they just lie there and say nothing? isn't that your type?

yeah but that would imply i like you.

[fucking_kavinsky]

ar u like, projecting or some shit? ?

nah man, that's just good customer service

[corve]

you wish.

you know that's not my style either.

[fucking_kavinsky]

not rly, i don't want that shit.

what happened to giving back?

[corve]

how would it be any different for you?

the feelings come and gone already.

[fucking_kavinsky]

bitches gotta work for it.

good then u only gotta make one stop.
me

[corve]

that's different. turning over a new leaf?

yeah.
don't wait up.

[fucking_kavinsky]

man, bitches always gotta work for this dick.
i know its a fuckin gift so u might be confused

did u suddenly get ur period? moodswings re a drag

[corve]

i don't think you know the definition of work.
or gift.

[fucking_kavinsky]

good thing im not gonna be the one doin it then
plz. im generous as FUCK

[corve]

like you ever have before.

[ Like he's really one to talk. ]

you also don't know the definition of generous, either.

[fucking_kavinsky]

why should i???

i give ppl wat they want. why u gotta deny that?

[corve]

never hurts to try something new. variety is the spice of life.

i'm not denying anybody anything, man. give people whatever you want.
just make sure you tell them how to get rid of it later though.

[fucking_kavinsky]

did u just fukin cliche me?

now where's teh fukin fun in that?

[corve]

just because it's cliche as fuck doesn't mean it isn't true.

going for the surprise gift that keeps on giving?

[fucking_kavinsky]

everything i do is trying new things, bitch. doesn't mean i gotta work.
bsides, when the fuck do u?

if ur lucky.

[corve]

so that's where you draw the line? good to know.
i work plenty.

[ Or, he used to. Farms don't keep themselves up. Not that it'd need much upkeep now. With Ronan no longer living, he's sure that everything has dropped into that coma-like sleeping state. Dreams can't exist without their dreamer, after all. ]

i'm hoping i'm not

[fucking_kavinsky]

dont gotta work if shit comes right to u.
oh yeah? on what?

[ Kavinsky doesn't know much about that far, or the coma-like sleeping state. He has no idea about Prokopenko ]

always playing hard to get.

[corve]

what a life.
don't worry about it.

that's what you think this is? yeah right.

[fucking_kavinsky]

the fuck u actin all high an mighty for? like ur life is so fukin hard? what happened?
u get poor or somethin? life bringin u down?
right. so nothing, then.

yeah man, i see the pattern here.

[corve]

can you read, shitstain?
i said don't fucking worry about it.

and what pattern is that?