IC Inbox - General RP

[dirtyredneck]

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Text to: Glenn

[dirtyredneck]

I'm just drunk enough to be eating egg rolls on the toilet. Ain't been this lit in months.

Egg rolls are stale.

Text to Daryl

[dirtypizzaboy]

On the toilet? ....Thanks, I needed to know that.

Do you want me to come over and make you something that isn't stale?

[dirtyredneck]

[That could be a solution.]

You know how to make egg rolls?

[He's really in the mood for egg rolls, okay?]

[dirtypizzaboy]

[Is totally smirking at his phone a little bit.]

Yes, I know how to make egg rolls.

[dirtyredneck]

Do I need to buy anything?

[He probably shouldn't leave the house, but he's not going make Glenn spend his cash if he didn't have to. He was pretty sure he didn't have what was needed anyway.]

[dirtypizzaboy]

No, I've got some stuff here. I'll bring it with me.

[Is pretty sure he's got it covered, but is taking a swift trip to the fridge to make certain. A few minutes pass, and then another text comes.]

Or, I can make them here and bring them to you when I'm done?

[Because that store trip was something he needed to do.]

[dirtyredneck]

That'll take too long. Just make them here.

[Drunk logic. It didn't have to make sense to make sense.]

[dirtypizzaboy]

It would be the same amount of time, dude. I promise.

[He had the feeling that he'd be making them at Daryl's anyway.]

[dirtyredneck]

I thought egg rolls were Chinese. Why you know how to make them?

[barely ten seconds later:]

Fuck. Sorry. Merle grabbed my phone.

[dirtypizzaboy]

An ex taught me. I can make/eat things that aren't Korean, dude, damn.

[There's something like a smirk on his face again at the follow up.]

Had the feeling. Tell him I said hi - and no, he can't have any.

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl gets a snicker out of that, and relying it to his brother. Fortunately for both Daryl and Glenn, Merle has now been locked out of the bathroom and can't take the phone back for his own rebuttal.]

He said fuck you too.

[Which was pretty much Merle-speak for hello]

And that he don't want none anyway. He's lying.

[dirtypizzaboy]

I know he's lying, he's going to be especially pissed when he realizes how awesome they are. Poor thing, it'll be heartbreaking.

For him.

[dirtyredneck]

He's going to steal some.

shit. I think he just left.

Shit shit shit he did he took the truck

[dirtypizzaboy]

Left? As in, he will not be there when I arrive? He won't be able to steal anything, man. We'll eat it all first.

[dirtyredneck]

I don't know. He just left. He didn't tell me nothing.

[Daryl was going to be careful sneaking out of the bathroom all the same. In case it was a ruse.]

[dirtypizzaboy]

Alright, I'll be on my way then. I'll make them at your place; it won't take me long to get there.

[He omits the fact he needs to swing by the store real fast.]

[dirtyredneck]

Get some of that sweet sauce too.

[He's going to be vigilantly watching for his brother's return. Jackass probably went to get more beer.]

[dirtypizzaboy]

Okay, I'll just stop at the store real fast for it!

[He was glad that he no longer had to omit the truth.]

[dirtyredneck]

Get some beer while you're at it. Merle'll make less of a fuss if he comes back ifn there's beer waiting for him. Soco for me.

[Because the whole reason he was as drunk as he was already, was because he'd run himself out of the Southern Comfort.]