Dreamcast18
03-28-2009, 02:01 PM
Saturday Night, 11:32 PM — 1:10 AM (Told through a series of texts)
Gentleman: I hear you’re going to be out tonight, throwing down
Gentlelady: Ha. Going to sweet and vicious Ha. Where I met you! Ha. You were so FUCKED up! Where are you all at?
Gentleman: Didn’t stop you from making out with me…
Gentlelady: What- No! Yes, oxide are you? So Sad. Can we please hang?
Gentleman: I understand very little of that, but yes. Where are you?
Gentleman: Heading to W. Village. Plastered. Again. Where are you?
Gentlelady: Place in SoHo. No Idea. Meet?
Gentleman: Yeah, streets?
Gentlelady: Bleeker & Sullivan
Gentleman: Fuck?
Gentlelady: Yes
Gentleman: Ok
Sunday Morning, 10:17 AM
Gentleman: Holy God…hungover. Did we see each other last night?
Gentlelady: I’m in your kitchen
:biggrin:
Gentleman: I hear you’re going to be out tonight, throwing down
Gentlelady: Ha. Going to sweet and vicious Ha. Where I met you! Ha. You were so FUCKED up! Where are you all at?
Gentleman: Didn’t stop you from making out with me…
Gentlelady: What- No! Yes, oxide are you? So Sad. Can we please hang?
Gentleman: I understand very little of that, but yes. Where are you?
Gentleman: Heading to W. Village. Plastered. Again. Where are you?
Gentlelady: Place in SoHo. No Idea. Meet?
Gentleman: Yeah, streets?
Gentlelady: Bleeker & Sullivan
Gentleman: Fuck?
Gentlelady: Yes
Gentleman: Ok
Sunday Morning, 10:17 AM
Gentleman: Holy God…hungover. Did we see each other last night?
Gentlelady: I’m in your kitchen
:biggrin: