“If you give me your number, sure.” H, e slipped the pill into his mouth and let his head fall back as he spoke more. “Or I can give you mine. Either works fine with me, but I’m not huge on texting.” He had never understood why people loved to bury their chin into their chest for hours on end while staring down at the tiny LCD screen of a phone. He much preferred being up in the world.
“I would definitely exchange numbers with you just to text you and piss you off,” Zoey mused, pushing her fingers into the baggie and pulling one out at random. Her eyes glimmered at the pretty pattern that had been printed onto her pill before slipping it onto her tongue and swallowing back. “I’m kidding, obviously.” She admitted, pulling her legs up beneath her and draping an arm over the back of the couch. “I don’t really have a phone right now. I accidentally dropped a half-empty can of Jack Daniels on it a couple of weeks back so I’m using this skanky old one.”
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