2020-08-06 - Drugged Texting

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Heeeeeey Javi. Guess where I am?

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : No fucking clue. And don't call me Javi.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Why not? It's easier to type and typing is hard right now. I"m in the hospital. I got shot. Boom. Your boyfriend kept my insides on my inside so thank him for me.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : Which one? And let me guess, you were at that church tour shitshow?

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Wait, you have more than one man? I knew you could juggle the ladies, but aren't dudes like, way more high maintenance? Yeah, something was singing there, to the Hogwarts part of us. Ooh I wonder if I can turn into a cat like McGonagall? Nope. Shit. Maybe then I could scratch out this old lady's eyes in the next bed and not have to watch any more court tv shows. I was gonna ask something, what was it. Remind me what it was.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : You're blitzed the fuck out, aren't you

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : I'm assuming it was Rosencrantz. and I have no fucking clue what you were going to ask me.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : They gave me morphine, and a button to give me more morphine. They had to rebuild my ribcage and plug all the holes in my lung. Everything hurts. I have scars on the other side now, no more bikini tops for me goddammit. I can't smoke 🙁 For MONTHS >:(

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : yeah the mechanic. OH yeah. That was it. Who was the guy he was there with? The one who got stabbed? Bout your age, dark curly hair, beard with a lot of grey, dresses like a hippie lumberjack.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : The hell were you doing getting yourself shot at, anyway?

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : And who, Roen? He's getting married, so don't bother.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : The fuck? Have you seen me even hit on anyone here? I haven't been laid in...Jesus too long thanks to all that shit on my back so fuck right off JAVI. I saw a guy who didn't look right there, moved to get a closer look, and he pulled out a piece, shoved it in my ribs, and pulled the trigger. This Roen guy though, I think he was the actual target. If it was me, he'd have double tapped me one in the head and made sure. He went for that guy with Rosencrantz, even without his piece. He'd have finished him too but he got a bullet in the back of the head. I don't think that guy is with Monaghan so why the hell was he the target? If it was Felix's stuff, they would have went for Rosencrantz or finished me off.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : Saw you shoving your tits in my goddamned boyfriend's face, is what.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : What? In never shoved anything in Rosencrantzeses face!

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : And I have no ducking clue what that shithead would want with Roen. I'll keep an eye on the case, though.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : Fuck this phone.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : You typed DUCKING ahahahahahahahaha ::ROFL emoji::

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : no, not Rosencrantz, Cavanaugh. Oh shut the fuck up

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Aw man, you're banging the astronaut author guy? Shit. I'd tap that. Not that he'd tap me but good on you for that one. Damn. Make sure he writes that goddamned sequel so I can read it before I die. Which might be sooner than expected in this fucking town.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : not planning on joining a convent then, after all?

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : I got shot in a church. It was almost as traumatic as Catholic grade school.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : Look, you want a piece of Cavanaugh, I don't blame you. I'm not going to stand in the way.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Most guys take one look once the clothes come off and run away unless there is money involved. Fuck, you saw my back. Not exactly a turn on for most people. Why am I telling you this. Fucking morphine. No morphine I didn't mean that, I love you.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : I'll just come after you if you hurt him in any way he doesn't like.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : I don't know, why are you telling me this?

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : oooh he likes it rough? GODDAMMIT stop! I can't take any more disappointments this week. have you ever had the goddamned jello in this hell hole? I think wet cement has more flavor and better texture.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : I think this is a conversation you need to have with him.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : preeeeetty sure when I get off this drip I'll see this conversation and never be able to look at him again. Thanks, Javi. Goddammit. If Agnes makes me sit through one more episode of Divorce Court I am smothering that ancient bitch with her pillow. Prison is less cruel than this.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : quit fucking calling me Javi. We haven't fucked. That I recall.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : We didn't? Did we? I can't really remember. There were a lot of parties, and a lot of booze, and a lot of coke, and a lot of stuff. Most of it is still foggy. Or was it just so bad we don't remember because we blocked it out?

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Man you'd think I sold you out for blow and money from all those parties lololololol

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : Did you just call sex with me bad? Well I think we're officially done here.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : IF I CAN'T REMEMBER AND IT HAPPENED WHY ELSE WOULDN'T I REMEMBER!?

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : Goddammit my dad is calling. I can't talk to him. He can't know I'm in the fucking hospital or he'll come here or some shit and he can't do that and I can't go back there.

(TXT to Vic) Ruiz : Yeah, okay. Good luck with that. Try not to die.

(TXT to Ruiz) Vic : You're so not fun anymore. Back to trying not to kill the old lady in the next bed.