2020-04-10 - Blame
It's all August's fault.
IC Date: 2020-04-10
OOC Date: 2019-11-11
Location: Text
Related Scenes: 2020-04-05 - Karaoke After Party
Plot: None
Scene Number: 4456
(TXT to August) Ruiz: This is all your fault.
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I have no idea what 'this' is but that's very likely
(TXT to August) Ruiz: This. being teased by a 21 year old girl.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Speaking of which. you knew you'd win, didn't you. you just wanted me to take my fucking shirt off.
(TXT to Ruiz) August: how can a 21yo girl tease you, she's twenty fucking one. 'don't worry men with less hair look just fine' 'girl please men your age have been legally drinking for a week'
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I highly suspected I would. but you were the one who threw down when I was three beers and a shot in, you have only yourself to blame.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: You think I'm backing down from a challenge like that you have got another fucking thing coming
(TXT to August) Ruiz: And twenty year olds are fucking savage, don't you give me that
(TXT to Ruiz) August: they're kids, all kids are savage, but they don't have teeth. like being mauled by a kitten. sure it itches, but it's not like you can't scruff 'em and tell them to stop.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Yes, well. it's still your fault.
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I freely admit it was my fault. also now I can say I got you to take your shirt off in public before Itzhak did which is going to piss him all the way off.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: You think it's occurred to him yet?
(TXT to Ruiz) August: he hasn't yelled at me about it so probably not
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I'll know when I get a text about 'what is this with you getting my boyfriend to strip in public that's some bullshit right there' or similar, more yiddish swearing though
(TXT to August) Ruiz: That was fucking uncanny
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Like he was right here talking to us
(TXT to August) Ruiz: You practise that?
(TXT to Ruiz) August: oh is he yelling at you even now? can't take credit for it but I do have a sense of timing
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Right now? no, he's not yelling right now
(TXT to August) Ruiz: What the fuck are you talking about. why would he be yelling at me
(TXT to August) Ruiz: You're the one who started this
(TXT to Ruiz) August: oh you mean the guessing what he'd say. eh you talk to a guy enough you know his cadences. he'd yell at you for stripping for me first, of course. which he will probably do, brace yourself. then you can tell him 'all you had to do was ask'
(TXT to Ruiz) August: then he'll sulk about it, and be grumpy and call you lots of yiddish names. it'll be great. trust me I did you a favor here.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: I don't need help with my sex life
(TXT to August) Ruiz: we've talked about this
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Hey, unrelated, you need to come over for dinner still. I promise I won't shave your chest while you're distracted, too
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I doubt I will ever be so distracted as to miss something like that, but thanks for the assurances. what am I bringing to drink. wine? bourbon? beer?
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Bourbon? you been spending time around Cavanaugh or something?
(TXT to August) Ruiz: That shit is vile
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Uh, beer's fine
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Bring some meat and I'll cook it for you
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I was drinking bourbon long before I knew a guy named Cavanaugh, how dare you. so, no bourbon then. beer, got it. anything you hate like IPAs or whatever?
(TXT to August) Ruiz: There are people who like IPAs?
(TXT to Ruiz) August: supposedly. no IPAs, got it. I can bring elk, deer, goose, lamb, dove, or rabbit. you can pick or I can just decide.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Uhh
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Maybe just decide
(TXT to Ruiz) August: will do. want me to bring any veggies? I only have stuff in season but that's plenty.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: If you like. I've got plenty
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Anyway, how's tonight sound? My other plans fell through. and by plans I mean.. actually never mind, you don't want to know
(TXT to Ruiz) August: look if you don't want help with your sex life you need to not tell me about it. that's how this works.
(TXT to Ruiz) August: but yes, tonight's fine.
(TXT to August) Ruiz: I didn't fucking tell you about it. what makes you think my plans were related to sex
(TXT to August) Ruiz: Anyway, see you in a couple hours, if that works
(TXT to Ruiz) August: I just make assumptions, sometimes I'm right and sometimes I'm not. and sure thing.
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