Page 115 of Crash

Jace: When did you see Ryker?

Axel: Just dropped off the money I lost at poker because our esteemed lawyer hates Venmo. Something about money trails. Now spill. Who redecorated his face?

Ryker: You do realize I can read this, genius?

Axel: [has removed Ryker from the chat]

Jace: [has added Ryker to the chat]

Axel: [has removed Ryker from the chat]

Jace: [has added Ryker to the chat]

Ryker: Are you fucking five?

Axel: Seriously though, who’d you piss off? Please say opposing counsel.

Me: Maybe we should discuss this never.

Axel: HOLY SHIT. Blake knows something.

Axel: WAIT.

Axel: Did our good doctor finally snap? Did years of suppressed rage emerge in a beautiful display of violence?

Me: Axel, if you value your ability to walk, drop it.

Axel: OH MY GOD, HE DID

Axel: DOCTOR BLAKE WENT FULL HYDE

Ryker: Shut up. Now.

Axel: Was it in the library with the candlestick? The study with the rope? THE KITCHEN WITH A MEDICAL TEXTBOOK?

Me: Can’t make poker night. Busy.

Ryker: Same.

Axel: Cowards.

Axel: Next week, I’m bringing:

Popcorn

Boxing gloves

A medical kit (just in case)

My phone to record everything

Vegas odds (My money’s on Blake. He’s got that quiet serial killer energy.)

Me: I know where you sleep.

Axel: Threats only prove my point, Dr. Jekyll.

Ryker: I’m getting too old for this shit.