Take It Slow [Sebastian Stan - M/M]

Drunk As Hell, Who Dis

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Unknown Number:
Nate
NATHAN
NAAAATE
NAte u lil shit answer meeeee

Sebastian:
um
i'm not Nathan
i think you've got the wrong number

Unknown Number:
u can take that wrong number and shove it up ur ass nathan
Im not fallin for that shit again
i need u to pick me up pls and thank I am drunk and they stole my car keys

Sebastian:
I'm really not Nathan haha
But where are you? I'm curious

Who the hell is Nathan:
nathan
U rood hoe
I told you I was at london pride today and u forgot
I am so hurt💔💔💔💔💔💔

Sebastian:
oh shit yeah I definitely can't pick you up, sorry pal

Who the hell is Nathan:
ur soggier than a sea sponge
Y not

Sebastian:
hahaha a sponge???
And that's because I'm in New York right now

Who the hell is Nathan:
ur
Ur in new york

NATHAN WE CANT AFFORD THESE EXPENSES UR TEARIN THIS FAMILY APART

wait I found a taxi
i will tell u how angry I am later u country hopping hobbit

Sebastian:
omg okay pal, take care and get home safe 😂
(Read at 2:45am)

10:34am

Who the hell is Nathan:
Oh fuck my life

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Sebastian grinned tiredly as he read the four words on his screen. He'd just woken up to find the new text from the.. Interestingly drunk person from yesterday.
He'd been attending a social event the day before, and the sudden angry and amusing texts had been a welcome distraction from all the formal wear and reporters.

Waking up properly, Sebastian decided that whoever this mystery party-goer was, he didn't want to say goodbye just yet. So he smiled as he saved the new contact, deciding to wait until he got to work to message them again.