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[ghostthatlingers]

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"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."

 

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[motherfucking_ghost]

"Would've been a good time if he'd known. But hey, he doesn't hate you, maybe he wouldn't be that dickish. Unlike tequila. Tequila? Hella dickish."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Would have been fine if we stopped sooner." Really not the best way to spend the evening and dammit, she still didn't get her steak.

[motherfucking_ghost]

She can have steak tomorrow. He promises! Tonight he can light his breath on fire and pretend to be a dragon, so no, no steak. ...How about a sandwich. He make slap some meat and cheese on bread and call it a fucking day.

"I told you to slow down."

[ghostthatlingers]

"I couldn't hear it over the sweetcheeks," she replies flatly. She finishes off most of the glass, but there's still a few sips in there. Here, Church, have her pity water.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Save your pity water, woman, he is his own man, with his own water. Also. A sandwich. It is not elegant, but it's food.

...He might come back with two of them. Because he's fucking nice like that. "And not the honeybuns?"

[ghostthatlingers]

"Don't ever call me that crap again if you want to keep your balls." The sandwich helps to temper that threat, but only barely. It's not steak, though it'll have to do since she sure as hell isn't making anything.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"My balls are staying in place, thanks. Now eat your damn sandwich before I decide to eat them both."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Fuck you too." She grabs the sandwich before he can change his mind and digs in. At least this will help settle her stomach.