Drunk Texting | T. Drake ✔

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[ T <•> J ]

J: someone looked like a hot mess last night.

T: shut up.

J: who was it?

T: none of your business.

J: you're lucky I didn't tell Dick or Damian, for that instance.

T: I don't know why you've decided to be so generous, but please Jay, keep doing that.

J: I won't say a word if you just tell me who was it.

T: I don't remember.

J: you what?

T: I told you, I was drunk. I don't remember.

J: such a shame.

J: what if you meet that person and she remembers it? Wouldn't it be awkward?

T: still less awkward than Dick asking for details and Damian threatening to kill me.

J: touche.

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T: thanks for the turtleneck.

J: I went to the store today and brought you a few more. There are about two shirts and three high collared jackets.

J: because I'm sure the hickeys aren't going to fade so soon.

T: well... That wasn't really necessary but thanks anyway.

J: when are you going to ask her out?

T: Jay!

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J: so I've got a theory.

T: why do I get this feeling that I'd be better off not knowing it?

J: ridiculous.

J: of course you should know it.

T: fine then, enlighten me.

J: I think you're romantically involved with that new vigilante in town.

T: ...

J: there was no need to spit out coffee, you dramatic loner.

T: this is still a theory.

J: you bet I'm on your tail to prove it.

J: just wait and watch.

J: I'll find the proofs.

T: best of luck because you're in for a wild goose chase.

J: so it was her on the rooftop at New Year's Eve, right?

J: Tim!

J: I'll find the answers, you know I will.

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T: Jason, if I see you with a camera anywhere near me, I swear I'll choke you to death.

J: you're welcome to try it, bitch!

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T: she's not her, you idiot, she's my boss.

T: and now she's probably thinking goodness knows what about me. I'm so fucking embarrassed right now. 

T: you ruined everything, Jay, now I'll get fired!

J: why would you even care so much? You're Wayne Tech's associate CEO. Why would any other job matter to you?