2020-01-21 - How Do You Spell It?

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ::pic of a glass of seltzer with lime:: My 'drink' at the bar tonight.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : ::pic of Bennie in just one of Easton's t-shirts, obviously sans bra:: My pajamas for tonight.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Lucky Gunner.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : About that.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Tomorrow I'm headed back to Alexander's so you can have your place back.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ???

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Why? Everything ok still?

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : It's hard enough to stay here with you. It's 10x worse when I'm alone.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : It's all good! I need to stay with him anyways for a bit. I took some PTO, he's going to nurse me through getting clean.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : You were living in storage container.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ok. When is that? Can I help?

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : I know, and I'm grateful you let me have your place. It was really sweet. So hopefully this is an acceptable alternative? After that. We'll figure something else out. But I don't want to keep fighting the urge to burn your mattress so I'm already sleeping in the guest room.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Yea. If Alexander's okay with it? We'll find you a place tho. A real place.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : He's always so gracious.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : He's a 🍑

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Hey! That's my line! 😸

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : (...)s (a lot)

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Ok. I'm a bit worried about the hating my apartment thing.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : I wish I could see you. Look, I realized this was never 'our' place. I moved into yours. And there are just some bad memories here, and I'd prefer to not have that weighing down on our new sparkly future. That's all. The burning the mattress thing was exaggeration.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Ok. I can deal with that. Sorry. Can I spend the night tonight after my shift? I could use some reassuring face to face?

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Nothing to be sorry for. We rushed into a lot of things. I'd love that. And I might even lose the t-shirt.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Yea that's getting magically torn off soon as I'm in the door.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Magically, huh? First step, getting clean. Second step, getting free of these assholes. Then we'll talk living arrangements, okay?

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Deal. Trying to figure out how to curb my drinking. Step one is not drinking at all when working, like an adult.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Just think of all the extra time the staff will have when they're not eyerolling. Wait no. I'm back. Eyerolling will increase.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Eyerolling can't increase unless they all grow another eye.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Careful what you say in Gray Harbor.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Dude, how can I miss you more now that we're back together?

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Because you're slightly less angry with me?

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : And I miss you like crazy right now

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : I'm not angry anymore, E.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ok. But are you naked under that tee-shirt?

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Duh.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Even misplaced my panties. Whoops.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Just a sec.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ⌛

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : ::pic from across the kitchen where Bennie is reaching up into a cabinet, hem of shirt rising dangerously high past the bottom curve of her rump.::

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ugh. you are making everything hard right now. Everything.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : I require photographic evidence.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ::pic of Easton's stomach, his black dress shirt untucked and pulled up and a clear telltale outline in his jeans::

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : You're actually going to make me solicit my own dick pic? Seriously Marshall. Marine up.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : (hot though)

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : I was being coy!

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Tease. It's spelled T-E-A-S-E.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : I always spelled it D-I-C-K

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Don't make me come down there. That requires pants. And a very cold bike ride.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : No, I need you to be counting down the minutes like I am. I'm expecting a naked flying Bennie tackle when I get home.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : I might already be getting a head start.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : That noise you just heard was my head hitting the wall. I can shut the bar early right?

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Wanna hear another noise?

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : ::audio file - Bennie making little frustrated squeak moans::

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : ::audio file - Easton making frustrated growling noise::

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Fiiiine. I'll wait for you. Actually, wait. Let me play that again.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : Don't wait. I'm hoping to walk in on it.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : How much longer until close? I should hydrate.

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : 30 minutes. You got this. We got this.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : And then you'll get this - ::pic from Bennie's POV laying in bed and looking down her t-shirted body with her knees slightly splayed open in the background. Coyly.::

(TXT to Bennie) Easton : 28 minutes. Starting last call now. Don't care.

(TXT to Easton) Bennie : Don't get any speeding tickets, that adds a lot of minutes.