TFLN - RUBY CITY EDITION

[wavesofjade]

 the TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT meme

1. post with your character and their name/canon/pref in the subject.
2. either post with a TFLN or just wait for someone.
3. respond to people's texts or tag them with your own.
4. SHENANIGANS.
5. have fun!!

stolen from... everywhere.

Comments

[tonic]

There was a sword on the table.
I'm sorry.
In the table.
And frankly I didn't want to make assumptions about your diet, even if it was vodka fruit mush.

[thepuppetmaster]

You could have prevented this.
I trusted you.

[tonic]

That's true.
I'm sorry.
I won't let you eat any more questionable breakfasts if it's in my power to stop you.

[thepuppetmaster]

Okay.
I would attempt to lock away the ingredients for Hell's fruit salad if I wasn't sure that my drunk self has lockbreaking abilities that Harry Houdini would envy.

Just the one sword?

[tonic]

In the table.
I think there's more around...

In that case, I'll try to swap out your breakfasts when you aren't looking.
I'm not sure if drunk you can tell the difference between toast with strawberry jam and a bowl of grapes and salsa but hopefully we'll never find out.

[thepuppetmaster]

Just tell me it's what you think I'd want it to be.
Make me believe.
You can do it.

Don't look in the fridge.

[tonic]

Ok
????
I wasn't going to

Okay... I'll do my best to be extra convincing that it's the remains of some jell-o shots I threw in a blender.
Promise me you usually eat a normal breakfast?

[thepuppetmaster]

I can't make that promise with a clear conscience.

[tonic]

Then from now on?

[thepuppetmaster]

From now on I promise I will not try to eat vodka-salsa-fruit salad for breakfast.

[tonic]

That's good enough for me.
Are you feeling better?

[thepuppetmaster]

If you mean has my stomach stopped performing a convincing reenactment of the British Civil War...

Yes, thank you.

[tonic]

What was it?
A party? A drinking contest?
An attempt to laugh and spit in the void?

[thepuppetmaster]

D, all of the above.
Though my ability to consciously engage in anything at the point I decide mixing salsa and vodka is a good idea would definitely be impaired.
Drunk Dirk is clearly a man of peculiar tastes.

[tonic]

Maybe Drunk Dirk is just adventurous.
He sees what he think will be the next gastro-pub hot item and tries it for himself before everyone else.
I mean in theory I could see drunk salsa catching on.
The perfect bar food.

[thepuppetmaster]

I'm going to have to put a copyright on that.
If it turns into the next big thing I'll know who stole my idea.

[tonic]

I promise, I would never fraudulently steal your ideas for alcohol-infused snacks.
It's just not right to lay claim to someone's trial-and-error ways of learning what tastes good with 30 proof vodka with themselves as the test subject.

[thepuppetmaster]

I knew I could trust you.
I'll cut you in on ten percent of the profits since you kept me from destroying my liver during testing.

[tonic]

I'm so thankful.
Maybe I'll get to go to college on a salsa booze scholarship.
Who could ask for more?

[thepuppetmaster]

I'll put in a good word for you.
A character reference, if you will.
An emphatic review of your strengths when it comes to research process and subsequent medical attention should guarantee you a place.

[tonic]

I'd be most grateful.
I'm sure I could contribute something to the scientific community on campus.
Or at least the frats.