2019-12-01 - You WHAT?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: We're drinking soon right?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Fuck yeah we are

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Which is not to imply I'm not drinking now. Just making sure we are also doing that later too.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Yeah, uh, so
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: I heard you went shooting with de la Vega

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Yup. Who from?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: From him

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Oh

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: yeah! so!
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: it's okay

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: What's okay?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: What do you think, bro

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: That I kissed him? Or that he sucker punched me? Not sure his version of this story.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Hahaha did he? he's such a prick
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Okay well his version of this story is you both got smashed and he bent you over a log.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Yup. Possibly after I drunkenly flun
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: What?
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: First of all, that wasn't the position
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Second of all, why is he telling you this?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: This is awkward, isn't it? Pretty sure it's awkward.
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: he probably told me because I'm fucking him too

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: How many fucking people know that I railed him in the woods?!
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: oh
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: God he's fucking hot. bastard

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: whoa whoa whoa whoa. YOU railed HIM?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: We flipped.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: that SON OF A BITCH

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Hahaha this is what he gets for saying he bent me over a log

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: the schmuck!

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: okay, look, I'm not mad. I mean I'm mad but not because you fucked him. I mean shit who wouldn't fuck him?
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: are there pictures

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Good. I had no idea he was involved? Not sure if this is just a casual hookup? I didn't ask
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: No. I'll show you the bruises?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: No, we...uh, well, this is another awkward part.
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: I don't know what we're doing. Besides fucking a lot. And sometimes there might be an emotion which both of us are committed to not admitting to.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I really can't blame you about either of those things

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: I'd fuckin love to see those bruises though
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: the thing is, I have two other people myself. I'm not a monogamous kinda guy. so...if you're asking what right I have to be mad at him, well, asking myself that same question

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I'm not asking. You can be mad.
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I just fucked up the best thing I've ever had, so I'm mad. You can join me.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: well good, because I am fuckin mad

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Okay. I should have asked. Frankly I don't know that it would have stopped me?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: it's not any of my actual business who he fucks. It really isn't. it's ...

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Just because you're not monogamous doesn't mean you don't care

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: yeah. you're probably right. a bartender should know these things, right?
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: The point is, I'm honestly, seriously not mad at you
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: In fact I think that's hot af

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I need to clean up my place, but please come shut down the bar with me tomorrow.
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: :shirtless bathroom selfie in an upscale bathroom of Easton lifting his chin show bruises on his neck, chest and hips: Got any to share?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Jesus Harriet Christ that's hot
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: ::selfie dated some weeks ago, Itzhak's shoulder with a hell of a bruising bite mark on it::

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: niiice. ty. I needed something in this shitty day to make me smile.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: He's so fucking sexy, the putz
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Man I knew you were queer the first time I saw you

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: ha.
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Not sure how to take that
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Didn't we meet in the Murray house? You threw up on the lawn if I remember

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Yeah I totally threw up on the lawn. I had a bitch of a meltdown

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I thought you and Roen were a couple.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Believe it or not, you are not the only one who thinks that
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: But we're not. Just friends.
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: You and me are still getting smashed, I will be there with bells on

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: hells yes we are