2020-03-07 - Silkies

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : god damn you're thicc, Marshall

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Thicc and drunk af. Hi.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : hi. sorry to miss the debut of your booty shorts career

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Hardly the first ime I've worn shorts thats mall. DO you know what silkies are?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : man you are drunk. what's up?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : aren't silkies a kind of chicken? that's what Finch says

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Hangover cure turned into day drinking into just drinking.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : let's talk some more about how hot you are

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Ha. Dont you have enough people to sleep with? I thought you broke your leg? Or hurt it?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : achilles ripped

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Ouch.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : and who says I need to sleep with you? other than mostly semi platonically

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : SIlkies, tiny marine shorts (https://www.breitbart.com/border/2015/08/04/irreverent-warriors-march-in-undies-for-comradery-and-suicide-awareness/) And i just texted that to my ex-fiance that hates me. so yay

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : ...yeah ok gotta get de la Vega to put those on

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Take pictures!

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : shit, can practically see the veins. hot damn. thank you for making my day that much better.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : so what's this about an ex fiancee?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Katherine. Kennedy. She's Thorne's lawenr. My ex. ANd probably out to destroy me.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : ahhh, hence the drinking, huh?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Sure/ Let's go with taht

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : do you need me to limp over there and break all your bottles

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : No muju healng for the leg?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Mojo? Jojo? What is tht word?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : mojo. nah not yet. didn't let Roen do it.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : come on Marshall, don't make me pry this out of you. talk

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : WOUlnd't be great if there were a reaons?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : That'd be nice and ocnvenient.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : okay but your pissed off ex fiancee in town is a pretty good reason

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Shit. nt you

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : I swear I'm going to go over there and beat you with my crutch

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : What? Why?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : because you're being fucking aggravating!

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : HOW?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : you're drunk and hot and I can't fuck you, that's how

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Oh. In that case..

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Assohole!

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : I jut sent this to her ::pic of Easton in a mirror shirtless and drunk::

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : oof

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : 🤬

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : 🤬 is my spirit animal btw

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : I'd send you one back but there is literally nothing sexy about me lying on the couch in a leg brace, wearing captain america sweats

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Fair enough.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : ::picture of Itzhak's bare shoulder with a freshly bruised bite mark in it:: changed my mind

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : oof, nice.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : yeah? thanks

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : no regrets here, but glad someone's enojying that

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : no surprise to you that de la Vega's a biter

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : SOmetay you're ogin to have to choose you know that right?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : choose what

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : De La La doesn't deserve to be the uncle in someone elses family

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : start over, wtf are you talking about

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : I need to geep my drunken mouth shut.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : oh no you don't get away with that. tell me wtf you meant by that.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : I can't believe I"m fucking saying this but make sure Gunny's on the same pagel ong term. He deserves a life.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : GOt all maudlin about being on the sidelines the other night.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : sidelines. I let that man tear my fershtunken leg open to rescue him and he thinks he's on the sidelines?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : he's fucked you, Cruz, and Cavanaugh but HE's on the sidelines?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Did you really think the multiple partners awasn't going to bit eyou?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Not literally

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : And maybe he was just sad drunk? I get sad drunk sometimes.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : how is it supposed to bite me, Marshall? you're not telling me some part of this story and it's driving me bugfuck

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Becuse he was talking about being the fuckin fun uncle to your family, like a fucking spare part, bolted on. it rbbed me the wrong way

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : ...god. the stupid adorable sexy asshole.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : I have on idea what that means

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : *no

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak : it means he's a stupid and adorable and also sexy asshole, obvs. thanks for telling me man

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : You're wlecome?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton : Get him the short-shrots first, so you can get a picture. In case it goes badly