West: a good person would stop texting with me so I don’t keep dropping drunken truth bombs like this
Anthony: I’m not a good person
Anthony: but I do have something in common with you
West: what?
Anthony: you want to get fucked, right?
West: yeah
Anthony: well good news because I want to fuck you
“Can you at least go over there and ignore us?” Rath gives me a little shove.
I flip them off but move over so I’m against the wall. Now I don’t have to worry about my surroundings while I’m distracted.
West: I don’t know what to say to that
Anthony: what was your first reaction when you read it?
West: I’m not telling you
I smirk at my phone.
Anthony: you got hard, didn’t you
West: maybe
Anthony: then what did you feel?
West: I don’t want to say
Anthony: tell me
West: excited
Anthony: about the idea of getting fucked?
Anthony: or about the idea of me fucking you?
West: I don’t want to answer that
Anthony: tell me
West: the second one
Anthony: now was that so hard?
West: no but I still am
West: I really need my brain to tell my fingers to stfu
West: who are you?
Anthony: do you really want me to tell you?
There’s a long pause, and I drink down a few swallows of my beer while I wait for his answer.
