“Now, that, is something I can definitely say I’ve never done. I’ve cracked some screens and lost some phones in the toilet, but never have I ever drowned one in alcohol.” He teased, his speech already beginning to slur a bit as his tongue grew pleasurably heavy. “But! If you do manage to text me off of whatever lame ass phone you have, you probably deserve to annoy me.” He grinned, knowing his words didnt make any sense, but hoping she could make some sort of coherent thought from them.
And text she probably would. It wasn’t as is she had anything better to do. There was a small table beside him, and laying on top of it was some paper and a couple of drying out Sharpies. Her eyes flickered towards them now, considering writing out her number on his arm as she waited for the drugs to kick in. Oh, what the hell. She might as well. “Pass me one of those.” Zoey pointed towards the markers, her bangs falling into her face as she leaned forward slightly. “Then you can annoy me however much you want, Joseph. Do you even remember my name?”
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