2019-12-07 - Hey, Asshole

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Hey asshole did you forget to mention something?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : I'll give you a hint. Sutton just broke into my apartment.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : what the fuck. Why?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Not the point. Point is she thinks you weren't broken up.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Which makes me doubly the messy slut in this instance. wtf

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : I was routing for you two

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : rooting?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Whatever. I would never have done that.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. She told me she couldn't handle my shit and left. She stopped returning my messages about a month ago, so I stopped trying. What would you call that?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : ... (lots of that)

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : ok

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : I loved her. Still fucking do. But I'm not going to be slapped with a restraining order.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : anyone else you're fucking that I need to prepared to chat with? Itzhak already made a drunken pass. Erin's not going to pop up and start slapping my dumbass around is she?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : sorry if I extra-fucked things up with Sutton.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : doubt you needed the help

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : There was nothing left to fuck up. She made herself pretty damned clear.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : You doing all right?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : yeah. you?

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Fine. How was Vegas?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : where did you hear about vegas?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : did I drunk text you from vegas?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : I swear on my mother's grave if you have photos you need to delete that shit now

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : you sure as shit did

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : No, but now I'm wishing I did

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : dammit where the fuck was turner?!

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : hilarious

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Geoff had my list of do not let mes. high up there was texting anyone back home. anyone.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Something about my mouth.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : I think you need to divorce him.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : dammit

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Not funny. Can't lose my gf and my husband

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Seriously, I'm sorry. For fucking things up.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : you punched me in the face and I still went after you. Not your fault.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Also, sutton might punch harder than you? maybe she just got more teeth and less jaw

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Yeah, she's got a mean left hook. And right hook. Why was she punching you?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : for making Bennie cry

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Oh. Well. Yeah.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : yup.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : When are we raiding that fucking asylum, anyway?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : good question. need to get Dr. Glass and figure that out.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Well, figure it out soon, so I know if I'll need to ask for time off work.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : might need a day or two to dry out.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : That bad, huh?

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Sutton gave me a special diet for my liver. i think. so yea, it's probably not great.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : If you're drinking that much, it sounds like you're not doing okay.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : just need to scale it back a bit.

At this point Easton sighs in disgust at his phone and yells, "No, I'm not doing okay you stupid fucking dipshit."

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : You need to not kill yourself

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : Won't. Too many dead marines already.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : No fucking shit

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : Look, do you need me to. Is there anything I can do to help?

Easton sighs and looks at the screen again. It's now nearly six in the morning between Sutton's little visit and the texting with Ruiz afterwards. He looks again at the phone and shakes his head, and starts saying out loud "Don't do this."

Who exactly he's talking to isn't clear. Himself? Ruiz? The Universe?

"Don't do this."

He throws the phone on the bed and grabs his running gear, suddenly moving quickly, and with purpose even though he's still quite drunk. He picks up the phone only after he's fully dressed and ready to head for the door.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : I'll be fine. thx

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : I can feel the not fine from here. Just so you know.

(TXT to Easton) Ruiz : But I'll talk to you later. Just.. yeah. Forget it.

(TXT to Ruiz) Easton : I know. we'll talk later.