DEV! Life is the same monotonous thing. Opening up dead people, closing up said dead people, write a report on that person before they start to stink, then move on to the next person. What about you?!
text: it was a waste of electricity! also, have you checked your ringtone lately? just curious.
text: when I thought I couldn’t love Starbucks more. I think it’s a sign. Or an omen. That that song is going to follow you to your grave. That’s what you get for making me endure that absolute horror. I had to sleep with the light on.
text: and that, my friend, is karma. I hope you spent that 10 bucks on something worth while. I think BEP’s CD was on sale at Best Buy.
I don’t know. It seems like it would be very…complicated.
Daphne rolls her eyes, smirking. “If you doubt my money, I can just take that right back from you…” She joked, leaning back into his couch. He had quite good taste in furniture. Impressive. “And easier ways, eh? Like how? I don’t think getting drunk and partying hard would make a good Hangover 3.” She looked at Andy after a moment thoughtfully before nodding. “You would be Doug in the Hangover 3, if it ever happened. You could pull off a dark tan.”She scowls, reaching in her back pocket as the movie credits started to roll. “Technically, I won. The deal was that I would cover my face with a blanket within the first thirty minutes. But I’ll humor you.” Pulling out ten dollar bills, she smirked, shoving them in his hand. “This will do you well at a strip club. Find someone who’s getting married and crash their bachelor’s party or something.” Daphne was definitely going to have to get him back for this. She can just picture herself staying up all night with the lights on because she can’t get the image of that velociraptor out of her head.
Reaching over to grab the money for her, he chuckles, shaking his head. “Eh, semantics. You still got freaked out, and tried to cover your face, so.” Andy puts the money up to the light, checking if it’s real, just to tease her. ”And I am so not crashing a bachelor party. I mean, I know we want to be in The Hangover 3 and all, but there are easier ways,” he laughs, nudging her.
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Aww, I’m sorry. We seriously need to plan this pizza date and talk in person. It’s amazing all the stuff you miss if you don’t talk to someone for a few days around here.
“Well…” Her witty retort died on her lips as the last big scene came on. Daphe looked around the room helplessly, avoiding the screen. “Andy, Andy, Andy…” As the noises grew louder and louder and the suspense thickened, Daphne latched onto Andy’s arm. “You don’t understand!” She refused to watch the T-Rex chase and destroy the building trying to catch the main characters, watching Andy desperately instead. “This is going to make me prematurely grey!” Forget making fun of him being George Clooney, she was going to look like Helen Mirren after this.So, yeah. The scene is pretty freaky but her reaction is still kind of hilarious. He looks down at her as he notices her watching him and chuckles, shaking his head. “We can stop watching if you want,” he shrugs, smirking, “though I definitely think I won our bet.” He grins, using his free hand to squeeze the arm that’s practically viced to his.
She scowls, reaching in her back pocket as the movie credits started to roll. “Technically, I won. The deal was that I would cover my face with a blanket within the first thirty minutes. But I’ll humor you.” Pulling out ten dollar bills, she smirked, shoving them in his hand. “This will do you well at a strip club. Find someone who’s getting married and crash their bachelor’s party or something.” Daphne was definitely going to have to get him back for this. She can just picture herself staying up all night with the lights on because she can’t get the image of that velociraptor out of her head.
Absolutely. That was fun. And you have a lot to catch me up on with the whole Katie situation and stuff.