TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[slushfund]

What the hell happened last night? I don't know and I don't think you do either.
1. Make a thread with your characters name, canon, etc. Leave it blank or comment with a TFLN.
2. Stuff happens. AKA people respond to you.
3. You can make them up or string together some actual TFLNs.
4. Always drink responsibly. In the future, of course.

Comments

[livefaster]

[Oh man oh man oh man wagwagwag

Grabs it!] Thanks, Chuckles! You're the man!

[Cause drunk Mike is still polite Mike.]

Si'down! [Taps bench beside him]

[dieharder]

[Yeah you better thank him.]

I will I will, calm down! [Takes the seat, unwrapping his sandwich too.]

[livefaster]

[A nudge of his shoulder against Chuck's when he sits down, munching on the sandwich.

It's cold, it's kind of funky tasting, but for someone coming from Motorcity and with a stomach asking for something to process the alcohol with, it's delicious.]

[dieharder]

[Munches down his sandwich in big and quick bites, not because he's that hungry, but because he's Chuck, and he hadn't eaten in a while anyway. And as far as vending machines go, he won't complain either.]

That was great! [A pleased sigh, and he tosses his wrapping in the bin next to him.] Feeling better now?

[livefaster]

[Eating his own just as fast cause seventeen year olds with big stomach and in this case a need to process the alcohol off with all the accelerated heart rate.]

Hit the spot, I think! [Leans shoulder to shoulder.] Thanks, man.

[dieharder]

No problem. [Leaning back on the bench. Hopes Mike will just doze off now and not try and climb onto more wild animals.]

[livefaster]

[The lions look particularly fluffy, though.

Look there are even little simbas.


... you're not afraid of simbas, too, are you, Chuck?]

[dieharder]

[Of course he's scared of Simbas. Have you seen the size of those paws??

Just stares at Mike.] ... no.

[livefaster]

[You know that face he makes?

this face?

Yeah, he's doing it right now.]

What, I didn't say anything.

[dieharder]

[Don't you even.]

Yeah, you don't even need to say anything. I already know what you're thinking.

[livefaster]

[A grin.]

And what am I thinking?

[dieharder]

Dangerous things. Really, really unnecessarily dangerous things.

[livefaster]

[...


... you know the depths of my soul, Chuck.

[I totally just typo'ed Seoul and then went "...THEY'RE IN KOREA NOW"]

... but he shakes his head with a smile.] Naaaah. Only thinking that the lions sleep a lot.

[dieharder]

Yeah, they do. And right now, so should you.

[livefaster]

Here?

[dieharder]

Well, it's not like we can go anywhere else right now.

[Unless they broke into one of the shacks in the zoo. But Mike already did enough damage for one night.]

[livefaster]

[He jabs his thumb over their shoulders to point at Mutt?]

[dieharder]

Are you kidding? I'm not gonna let you drive right now.

[livefaster]

What? Nah, Chuckles. Just thinking we could sleep inside?

[dieharder]

... oh.

[That actually sounds like a good idea. He glances at the car.]

What about the antelopes?

[livefaster]

Totally harmless, nothing like the ones Kaia had.

[He stands up, blinks at the sudden wooziness, but stays steady, and then turns to Chuck, holding out a hand.] C'mon.

[dieharder]

[Chuck moves to steady Mike when he wobbles slightly, but ends up not needing to. He takes the hand but barely needs it to get up anyway.

He's still not too sure about the antelopes. But sleeping inside Mutt does sound a lot more comfortable than the bench.] Okay...

[livefaster]

[Walking over back to where Mutt is, he leads Chuck along the space to find a


really


really tall fence.

Which he steadily climbs, but not before he looks back halfway.] C'mon, Chuckles!

[dieharder]

[Oh my god Mike how can you even climb in your state. Chuck doesn't think he can pull it off even completely sober.

Whines loudly, but climbs anyway. He needs to make sure Mike doesn't fall either, so.] I have a bad feeling about this...

[I can't believe

I just made that reference.]

[livefaster]

[Nnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerd :º]

[But he does so very easily. He actually meant to park Mutt where she is now, you know? The drunken part of him is just... a little less about to discern parking spots.

On the top of the fence, he stills waits for Chuck, making sure Chuck doesn't fall.]