#iiirish

     [ text : red ] you still have your old baby blanket??

     maybe it’s only a SURPRISE to eli because his childhood is lost somewhere in newark, a state away, a lifetime away. but as far as surprises go, that’s the extent of it because the ‘wolf could EASILY picture nick with a hastily tucked blanket around her hips.

     [ text : red ] usually that’s a sign to wash your damn clothes. not a sign to be innovative

     [ text : red ] i had to google what the fuck that shit was.

     and, oh, did eli HATE nick in that moment. for so many reasons beyond having to google what the hell a MANKINI was. the ‘wolf exhaled a slow breath, making a mental note to delete his internet search history as soon as he was done talking to this girl, tempted to hit delete ten times to ensure there was no trace of his curious googling.

     [ text : red ] i hate you. for thinking i would be caught dead wearing that flimsy ass cloth and for thinking i even had one.

     [ text : red ] you see that little check mark??? means i read it.

     a low GROAN escaped him as he deliberated on whether he should continue the conversation, wanting to stop but finding himself needing to say more, hues narrowed and focused on his screen. he really should have expected this from her.

     [ text : red ] why are you like this.

     and that was it. phone was tossed to the bedside table with a clatter and body was flopped back onto the uneven mattress. if she responded, that was for the morning or, preferably, never.

     [ text : red ] fuck you

     BLEARY eyes blinked exhaustion from hazel hues, finger digging in until spots exploded before closed lids and he was left blinking rapidly to see straight. this case was kicking his ass and he was beyond tired, having stayed up for the past two days with only four hours of sleep under his belt.

     [ text : red ] if anything your ass should be cooking for me

     the ‘wolf wasn’t even going to QUESTION why the other was awake at three in the fucking morning, finding his curiosity sufficiently satisfied if given the answer of ‘nick walsh’.

     [ text : red ] how much have you had to drink?? and why haven’t you shared??

     fingers hovered over the keypad for a moment, THOUGHTS springing up. a glance around, confusion and faint amusement fighting for dominance over his features, before hazel hues resettled on the screen and fingers flew across the board.

     [ text : red ] or are you listening to nwa?? because if you are, i’m not bailing your ass out when you go spouting that shit down the street & piss someone off.

     that was the group, right?? eli wasn’t so KEEN on catching up in terms of music, and he definitely wasn’t keen being the one she texted to bail her out for public disturbance – or whatever the misdemeanor was.