2019-11-19 - Mistakes Were Made

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : alexhandre

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : omg wtf that looks frehsnch hahahah

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Isabella. You've been drinking.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : just a lil. e and i have a tradition now

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : how are your

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : yoo

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : YOU omg

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : More than a little. Easton?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : What tradition?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : last call tradition. i do som weorlk and then i write and then when it gets around close to 2 or i go over when hes about to kick poeple out because thats the best time to witness some hilarious bad decisions

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : ::smiley face:: I see. Fun?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : it is. eastons funny, and he makes fun of me but thw feeling is muutual. i think it old him something embarasssing today but now i cant remembebr what it is just that he was lau fhging his ass off

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : goodd way to hcekc on him too because of the entre bennie sitch plus at least in case something hpapens to my phone at least you can checkw ith me to see if hes seen me

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : check with HIM

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : This is true. And he's a good guy. Even if he's laughing at you.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : he is i like him fvery mjuch but dont tell him that

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : one day you should ry and see what the librarryr looks like when i;m drunk

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Is that an invitation to get you plastered and have my wicked way with you, Miss Reede?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : no

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : .....yes

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : and then you can tell me all about ti afterwhile i stare up at uou adoringly

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : all 15 odf you

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ...wow that sounds bad

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Well, then. I'll bring some scotch the next time you have an evening.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I do like the adoringly.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : :🍅: :🍅: :🍅:

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ...i cant fidn my laughing emoji again

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : it can be part of that...expierment. we can have a experiment day

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I like experiments. I don't think our experiments should involve tomatoes.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Also, you are adorable drunk.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you're adorb abrbr dbavrbr cut e all the tme

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : your so good to me

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I'm not as good as you deserve. But I'm glad you're happy. 🙂

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : nobody iffers to lift the hevay things but you do

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I have decent muscles.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ....sorry i got distracted thinking about your muscles

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : omg i;m trying to be sweet not horny rofl you drive me e crazy

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : You're very sweet. I love you. And I like that you like my muscles.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i wa s gonna tell you that i dont care if your not perfect or if you dont perfectly fit me because thats boring but no now your dancing naked in m y brain

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : well not literally bu t yu nknow what i mean!!!1

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I do. And...I'm really glad. That you feel that way.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i do

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i love you alexander

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : And you are fierce and beautiful, and I love you, too.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i think ill love you forvevr

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : like ice cream

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : the savory ones that they put in those ittle plates in fancy estaruants i really love those

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I think that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. You're going to read this text conversation in the morning, and probably scream.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Also. I'm going to take you out somewhere when your draft is finished. Tell me true, now that you're intoxicated: where would you love to go?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : on the scale of 'im really curious' want to go or 'will even wear a dress for you' want to go?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I don't think either of those create a proper scale. I mean, assume you can put me in any clothes you like, you in any clothes you like, and go for a nice, romantic dinner anywhere you like. My gift to you. Where?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ...omg i get todress you? ::heart:: ::heart:: ::heart::

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Dress. Undress. I'm flexible.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you kneoe ehst thry say about presents my darling the best part is the unwrapping

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i always wanted to go to the lighthouse

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : The Lighthouse? Done.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Um. Tell me of it?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : lol omg you're so adorable

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : theres an old lighthouse at the edge of town and the owners built an attachment and turned it into a really nice farm tot table restaurant that august would probably like

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : daddy and mom used to go there for special occasions but they never took sid and me

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Oh. Yes. I've heard of it. I've never been there. We'll go.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : its dressy but not too dressy and mom said sometimes you can see the storms roll in on very clear nights

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : lightning reminds me of you now i hope we see some

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Winter is coming. We usually get at least one good thundersnow as it starts to roll in. Maybe we'll get lucky.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Oddly, storms are always what I thought of you.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : What I could touch of your mind, before the library. It was all your surface emotions, the passion and the fire. Like a volcano and a hurricane.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : that doesnt scare you?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I love it. I love watching you tackle a problem or fight against an obstacle. It's beautiful.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i dont think ill ever get tired of you watching me with that look, or you thinking that the scariest parts of me are beautiful

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : your nightscape is beautiful too and intriguing

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I like passion. And I'm glad you think so. I don't really see it, myself. I'm just me. I only see it reflected.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i dont know if i ever told you this but i need to really pay attention to see your lightning flashes, otherwise theyll just be gone in a blink and i wouldve missed something awe inspiring

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you tease me constantly with them

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i chase you with my eyes all the time

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : And now let the record show that I'm blushing.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : my only regret is that i'm not there to see it

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : its true though

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : most day i cant take my eyes off you, doubly so when we're linked that way

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : ::heart emoji::

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : are you still blushing

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I am. Just a little. But mostly I'm just enjoying you.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i would ask how you can do that long distance and then i remember who im talking to ::heart::

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I meant enjoying your responses. 🙂

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : oh i know that too ::kiss emoji::

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : ::kiss emoji::

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : your sweet to humor my drunk texts tho

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I am going to have to buy Easton alcohol.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ahahaha why hes a bartender he already has all of them

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : To share my appreciation.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : omg you are looking forward to my screaming tomorrow

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i thought you loved me

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Oh yes.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I do.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you drive me crazy

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : You wouldn't like me as well if I didn't.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : omg its so true

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : id be so bored if you didnt

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : See. If nothing else, I can be non-boring. 😃

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : oh my love you never were

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : even when we first met

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : When we first met, I was talking about burning people alive. It's not boring.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you were talking about my ancestor burning women alive. definitely not boring. we'll have to circle back to that eventually.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Yes. I still don't know why.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you said violet's book led you into looking into it?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Yes. Just the preponderance of Baxters involved in terrible events.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : we'll figure it out

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you have me now

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Yes. And there is no one better.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I broke Mrs. Robbins.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : define broke in this instance

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : She saw a ghost. I don't think she was ready.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : in the house you're investigating? how is that going?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : It's interesting. I don't have the whole shape of it, yet. But I have a cameo. I will read it, soon. And I have an interview to do.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : we got those letters about using our gifts though...i suppose its kind of too late now if they want to reward us for it

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : go easy on your head if you can okay?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : do you want company for your interview?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Always. It'll be with an elderly man who may dose off at any moment, so maybe not thrilling.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : sometimes boring is good but i doubt watching you work will ever be boring

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ive never actually seen you work a case before

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : ::laughing emoji::

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : what???

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : It's not a performance art, you know.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : disagree

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : in your case at least

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you are a work of art my love

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Flattery.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : and you should enjoy it because i hardly flatter when im sober

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : but i love that youll indulge my curiosity anyway

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I shall bask, then.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : you better!

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : if you can draw enjoyment from watching me think i can do the same watching you work

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I suppose I'll just bask in it, then. 🙂 But, I need to bask while trying to sleep. If I'm going to read this cameo, I'd prefer to do it on whatever sleep I can get.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : alright darling. good luck and try to sleep well

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : i love you

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I love you.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : goodnight handsome

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THE NEXT DAY

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(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : What is this?!!??!?!?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : What did I do last night?!!

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Context?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Oh.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : ::Smiley:: ::smiley:: ::smiley::

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Delete my text history immediately!!!

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : No.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : What!!

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : No. It's lovely.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I can't believe what I'm reading!!

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : What did I tell Easton last night?!

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Oh my god

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : That, I don't know. You didn't tell me.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Would you like me to ask him? 🙂

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : NO!!!

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Hm.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : What do you mean hm??

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : You're terrible ::laugh emoji::

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : <3

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : How are you?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Mostly okay.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Mostly?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Mostly. I blew up at Itzhak. Just briefly.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Wait, what? What happened?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Did something happen to Isolde in their Veil quest?

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : No. I gather she saved Itzhak's life by hitting him with lightning. No, she's fine. I just don't like the way he talks about himself.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Ah, I see. I don't know him very well, so I don't know what to say about whatever it is he must've gone through, but this city tends to collect broken souls. I'm sure his story is painful enough that he has good reason to view himself that way.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : It's inaccurate.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : And it's insulting a friend. I don't care that he's doing the insulting. I still don't like it.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : But that is the same in your case, also. You're not exactly forgiving when it comes to yourself, and if someone tries to tell you differently, you brush it off and hold to the same point of view you have always had. I know because I have to listen to it. It sounds like he is doing something similar to what you do.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : (...)

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Don't logic me, Reede.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ::laugh emoji:: If you didn't want to be logic'd at, you could have decided to throw your lot in with someone other than an academic!

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Hm. Texting Easton to see what you told him last night...

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Oh my god!!

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : How dare you.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : If you didn't want all your uncomfortable secrets bared, you could have decided to throw your lot in with someone other than an investigator...

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I'll investigate your face is what I'm going to do the next time I see you.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Sounds fun. 😃

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : It always is. 🙂

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : This is true. I need to figure out how to apologize to Robbins, though.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : She likes money, which you don't have much of, and she's serious about the Historical Society. You could always volunteer your time helping archive the donated historical records if you haven't offered to do so already. Or better yet ask her.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I already have. Volunteered, I mean. But she said she did not want to hear from me. I did fix her shoes and send them back to her.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Then I say give her time to cool off before talking to her again. If you're going to be volunteering at the Society anyway, chances are you'll run into her in the building. You can talk to her the next time you see her there after a few days and ask.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I suppose.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : The both of us have tempers, darling. I don't think we'd have lasted this long if we didn't know how to walk away from one another now and then.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Logic again.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : You love it.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I do.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Between you and me, I don't know if I'd be so logical in these two circumstances if I hadn't gone through similar things, so give yourself...fifteen percent of the credit. 🙂

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : As much as 15? You're too kind.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Since you're so handsome, I'll even round that up to twenty.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : My generous love.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : And don't you forget it.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I suppose I ought to leave you to it while I try to squeeze myself in pants that I've not worn in a while.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Wait. Tight pants? Picture?

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Girls' Night tonight with Lilith and Erin. It's strange, though, I haven't received confirmation from Harry that she's coming. Um. Just a second. Oh god I'm so glad we're not on the phone because the noises I'm making are extremely pathetic.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : That sounds like great fun. 🙂

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Okay. Be proud. I didn't even have to break out the talcum powder to get in these.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : You're doing this to torture me.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ((Picture: She is doing the absolutely cheesiest pin-up pose she can make on her bed and a hurriedly done one at that because her auto-cam mode only gives her 15 seconds to pose. She's got an arm bent by the elbow, laughing towards the camera, hand pressed behind her head, one leg kicked up and one bent - black snakeskin-leather pants that molds to almost every curve and line on her lower half, a pair of shoes with heels thin enough to punch through someone's jugular, and a loose, translucent top dyed a deep red and ruffles cascading in the front, hinting at the outline of the criss-crossing straps of the body cage brassiere she wears underneath.))

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : You'll just be driving everyone remotely attracted to women insane. I approve.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I don't care about driving them crazy, though. Just you.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Though considering all the trouble I just went through to get in these, I think I might need help getting peeled out of this though once the festivities are over.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I volunteer as tribute.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Good, otherwise you would've been signing yourself up for a midnight ambush. Pick me up at the Firefly later? You know where the keys are.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I can do that. Let the other ladies know that if they need to be dropped off somewhere before I take you home and peel all that off of you, I'm happy to oblige.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Well, considering what Lilith says she's going to wear, I'm pretty sure Byron won't abide by anyone else to take her home. Erin, though, I'll definitely ask and she'll probably appreciate it. You're adorable for even thinking it.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I love you so much.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Oh, but now I want to try. 😃

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ::laugh emoji:: You're terrible. I'll definitely ask.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : Everyone has to have their little pleasures. Mildly pestering Byron Thorne is one of mine. He needs it.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : ::laugh emoji:: I'll ask Lilith also, then, but no promises. Tonight should be fun, though. I can't wait to see the girls and have a bit of dancing. And I can't wait to see you after.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I am at your service.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : You mean I'm at your service. ::devil emoji::

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I haven't seen you in days, so I hope you're prepared.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I don't think I can ever be prepared for you, my love, but I'll heal. 😃

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : I know you can. You're very tough to bring down, Mr. Clayton.

(TXT to Alexander) Isabella : Though that doesn't mean I won't try in the fun way.

(TXT to Isabella) Alexander : I look forward to it. 😉