74. TEXT CHAT
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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. ;)