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Conor: The parameters of the bet have shifted.

Star: Which bet?

Conor: THE bet.

Star: Narrow it down.

Conor: The ‘Kat’ll be a cheerleader’ bet.

Star: Ah, fuck.

Conor: She got the offer.

Star: And?

Conor: She didn’t turn it down.

Star: FUCK.

Conor: Ha. HA! Validation is mine. Vindication too.

Star: Pfft. So, what? I won’t bust your code for a year. Big deal. *sniffs*

Conor: Nah, I’ve changed the parameters of the bet, remember?

Star: You can’t do that!

Conor: Sure, I can. You’ll like this one. You can ram through my code whenever you want so long as, when it snows, it’s your turn to do a snow angel.

Star: That’s it?

Conor: Nope.

Star: Wait…

Star: You don’t mean…

Conor: I do. I really fucking do.

Conor: Naked snow angel time! And I’m taking pictures.

Star: Double fuck! This is the better deal and it STILL sucks.

Conor: *blows kiss*

Star: Fuck off.

Conor: ;)

Star: You suck!

Conor: I’ll lick later.

Star: Gah. Go away. I’m going to crack that prediction software you’re working on.

Conor: Lol. Please do. You might make it work. ;)