2019-09-02 - Hey Flower Girl

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : hey 🌻 girl how's your head? remind me not to drink from skull cups ever again - what even was that?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Hold for one, please. Fleeing questions.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Questions from other people.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : did we drink something fermented with smashed bugs and spit or did i hallucinate that?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Coffee did the trick. About eight of them. I chose a shitty day to read property papers.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : OH THANK GOD IT WASN'T JUST ME

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : property papers? why would you read serious paperwork on a day like today?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : my mouth still tastes like charred peanut butter and bitterness.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I have unaddressed anger issues stemming from a headache and remembered a promise I hadn't even started on. Guilt, whatever that alcohol was, and rage are a powerful motivator.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And apparently I'm incapable of going out and fucking someone to save me all this hassle

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i brushed twelve times. oh god my head is still killing me. what did we do? what did we doooo? wait what did you drink more than me i don't remember any of this?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : are you having trouble fucking someone right now?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : shit, sorry man

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Not RIGHT now. Jesus.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : step 1) unzip and don't answer your phone -- oh

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : ... it wasn't us right we didn't fail at... right?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : We made a deal in Portugal and not even crushed bug booze could break that Pinky swear.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And full disclosure? I palmed like, 2/3rds of those drinks.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : ok wow because one i never fail and two no because portugal ... aww you remember

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I still remain convinced it was only because Mels kept asking you when we're gonna bang. In the middle of the night. In a locked room.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : no subtlety at all, that one

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : what i miss most too

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And who the fuck are you joking with never fail I remember that waiter at that casino bar. I've never seen someone's gaydar crash so hard

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : DON'T BRING UP THAT I MISSED IT TO BECAUSE I CAN NOT UNHEAR WHISPERS

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Ahem. You know, she'd wander back into my room and tell me what you were wearing, roll her eyes, sigh as hard as she could muster and say 'Shame you'll never hit that.'

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i was drunk and he had pretty eyes and you were supposed to wingman, not look cuter than me and use the accent on him.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : You mean talk to him? To order a bloody drink?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : yes, you opened your mouth and words came out

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Which usually stops that kind of thing from happening!

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : why did she tell you what i was wearing? wait when exactly?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i know, right? ha ha jokes on us both.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I so missed your unwavering support in all things.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And whenever she broke into your room. Every. Fucking. Time.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : you and i both know you talk yourself our of as mush pussy as you talk yourself into trouble because you never properly learned to flirt

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i mean i could advise you, but it's a 50/50 on how i like my flirting that is probably going to get you maced

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : back up though why were you trying to fuckget your problems?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : (Obvious signs of a message being typed, someone rolling their eyes as a new one comes in, deleting it, and starting fresh)

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i can feel you rolling your eyes at me stop that

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i said stop, not roll them more HEY what did i just say!

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : FFS you planted cameras in my house didn't you

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : who would do that?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I once whispered 'Night, Luce' in an empty hotel room and you replied with a text of 'And you.'

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Which let's be honest makes both of us look bad

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : that was before i knew you were moderately trustworthy in some situations barring special circumstances and random acts of chaos

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : You getting BORED does not count as a 'random act of chaos'

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : yes it does

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : being bored is the WORST

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Hearing an alarm go off and having a voice in your earpiece say 'THINK FAST' is the worst.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : bored is definitely worse than that and you very well know it... that's like my favorite thing

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Bored is not worse than you shoving me out of an 18th story window and yelling 'HOPE IT WORKS!'

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : bored is very much worse. what's more engaging than possibility? nothing -- what's worse? being bored with no end in sight godddd

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : hey do you have premium cable channels?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : do you have two original Tristan Tzara pieces in your possession?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : what no

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : maybe

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : why?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Same answer to your question, love.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : movies. i don't even have a tv in mine. i sort of forgot to leave space for one with all the bookshelves

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Shit we said on that last job aside, you know this place is as good as yours whenever you need it.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And you owe me. If I hadn't done this, you'd be the one putting down roots. ~dooooom~

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : is this how you lead in to asking me to forge paperwork for something just so you don't have to go through the trouble of doing it for real?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : why would you say something like that?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I wish. This place is under a real name and everything. Too much hassle to set up a good cover. Figured fuck it I'll probably be dead in six months anyway.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And I said it because it's nice to remember things can disturb you.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : try not to die until we get my diamonds back from you know who

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : while you're at it, stop talking about dying. the spider was close enough.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : C'mon, love. Don't tell me you can't feel it about this place too.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : course i can, it's why i came here, but i never meant to stay once i have what i came for

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And what exactly did you come for?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : you first

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Same thing I always went anywhere for.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : HOT HOT LOVIN'

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : But as I'm terrible at actually following through on that, the shit I lost.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : And guess what?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : what?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : wasn't worth the price?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Not at all. But it's working, Luce.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : It's coming back.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : it almost never is, but sometimes it leads to something better.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Something something but at what cost blah blah blah.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : wait, coming back. you're just just attuning or something? are you talking about your ability?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : One of 'em, sure.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : because of Mels?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : ...Weirdly, no. It was back before that. Well, part of it. It kinda feels like standing up after sleeping on your leg?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : so it has something to do with this place?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : yeah i get that feeling, makes perfect sense

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Wanna hear me saying something rare?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I honestly don't know.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : yeah so...

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i want to know. i want to know why the veil thins where it thins when it thins. i mean veil is a stupid name all veils are thin it's a fucking veil but you know what i mean

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Come with me, Luce

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : ok the last time i did tho we ate bug guts and my head still hurts

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Come with me through the tea-cozy that separates the world

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : ha ha fucking ha

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : You smiled, rolled your eyes, and then checked to make sure nobody was looking and I know it.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i didn't roll my eyes

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : you were one phrase from me checking for cameras, nice

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Only time I've been at yours I was busy hauling a mattress.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Not our most extravagant job, has to be said.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : stolen mattresses may seem skanky, but this one is super comfy

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : The one in the guest room literally travelled 600 miles because I refused to let it go.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : thieves in the night, cussing a storm and trying not to get rained on with a queen-sized good times

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : wait why is your used mattress in the guest room?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Because if someone is dumb enough to actually use it, the deserve the most comfortable night's sleep imaginable.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I'm still used to being woken at 3am. I can sleep on a piece of plywood.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : you don't, do you?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : No! Jesus.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : It's almost like you expect me to be weird or something.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : just checking to be sure your self-flagellation hasn't kicked in since your near-death experience.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : What, you think inviting cute women around solely to dredge up old memories isn't a more effective method?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : that's called a really belated wake except we should have stuck to whiskey

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : You yelled at a Frenchman. In French. I'm pretty sure it was his house.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : To be completely honest it was weirdly hot.

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : Up until he started crying, anyway.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i can't be allowed a lot of rum for that reason. vicious to Frenchmen. did he have black hair and blue eyes? that combination sets me off every time

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : 'eyes' are taking it a bit far but sure. And now I remember why I dyed my hair. Anything to be the negative image of that combination

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : you're not French, but if you were, whew you would have to hide every time we drink

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I kinda try that anyway, but that's when the sweetness shows up more than the chaotic glee.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : the hell does that mean?

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : I'd say it means that I've seen you running from guards and smashing through a window stone cold sober, but in hintsight I've seen you do that half cut too.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : i like action moves, what can i say

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : you like carnage, pet. I'm pretty sure you like carnage. I might just be biased.

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : long as it doesn't land inside my house, maybe true

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : oh but landing inside my hotel room with baseball bat's is fine?

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : yes, indeed. that's why you tip housekeeping

(TXT to Carver) Lucinda : that was one time

(TXT to Lucinda) Carver : one time is a lot depending on the thing.