Chapter 9 Text Chat
NINE
TEXT CHAT
THAT SAME DAY
Neev: How’d your hair turn out, Kitty?
Kitty: Aren’t you homeward bound?
Raisin: Bitch. You know that movie tore me up
Neev: Oooh, boy. Does that mean that the dye didn’t take?
Raisin: It didn’t BUT it looks great.
Kitty: I’m no longer silver, let’s put it that way
Raisin: The ombre job is chef’s kiss good
Raisin: And hey, if you want a pro job, go and PAY PROFESSIONALS
Raisin: Anyway, Ma liked it
Kitty: I paid for your tickets to Cancún!
Kitty: Plus, since when do I want Ma’s hair approval? She still thinks I should use Carmen Curlers for a better lift!
Neev: Shut up shouting at her, Kitty. She’ll mutter something under her breath and give the game away
Raisin: Bleugh
Raisin: She’s not wrong
Kitty: I can’t wait to get out of the house for a while
Kitty: Even if it is with you two
Raisin: Who you love so dearly
Kitty: Well, yes, of course. I wouldn’t go away with you in the first place if I didn’t love you
Kitty: Notice I’m not taking Cade and Lucas along for the ride
Raisin: *snorts* We wouldn’t be going to Cancún if they were invited
Neev: They still think we’re going to Key West, right?
Kitty: Yup
Raisin: Are you sure that’s wise? Don’t they have mobstery things to, ya know, sort out wherever they do what they do?
Kitty: How will anyone know who we are if we’re not with them? We’re three American girls coming in for spring break. It’ll be fine
Raisin: I reserve the right to say I told you so if things go to shit
Kitty: When don’t you, Róisín?
Neev: *snickers* I can’t wait to see how bad her hair is if she’s bringing out your full name, Raisin
Raisin: It looks good!
Kitty: Just not what I asked for…
Raisin: Ugh, finally, Cade and Lucas have left after Cade ate ALL the poor Irish soup, that rat bastard. At least Lucas has the decency to leave extras for everyone else
Neev: Belle can’t cook for shit lol
Kitty: I thought they were off now? When I left for work, they were talking about going to see a game, weren’t they?
Raisin: Had to escort someone off Irish turf. That Valentini dude you saw in the hospital that one time. The helicopter dick one
Kitty: Custanzu?! Why is he on Irish turf?
Raisin: I’m not their social secretary. I just know they finally left
Raisin: They were grilling me about the trip
Kitty: Why?
Neev: Because they’re control freaks who like us on their territory at all times so we’re safe?
Raisin: Yeah, that
Raisin: Plus, they didn’t understand why we were flying when we could drive down to Key West, considering Kitty detests planes
Neev: I still can’t believe Cade gave you a gun lol
Raisin: I still can’t believe he gave it to you, Kitty, and not to me. I’m the responsible sister
Kitty: They’re both morons for thinking I’d take it on a plane. Honestly, it’s like they never even went to Mob School for Dummies
Kitty: Anyway, I have better hand-eye coordination.
Neev: *yawns*
Neev: Almost home
Raisin: Good, just in time to spare me from Ma rattling on about how Aunt Marge tried to get it on with Dad A G A I N
Raisin: This happened years before he died and he passed away almost a decade ago. How is she still so riled up about it?
Neev: Like you wouldn’t be if one of us tried to get it on with your husband
Raisin: I’d cut you like a bitch and then never talk to you again AND get on with living my best life
Kitty: Oooh, she’s the ice queen
Raisin: Those fuckers we call brothers dove out of here faster than Neev runs away from chores, leaving me with the diatribe to end all diatribes
Kitty: What set her off?
Raisin: Something to do with one of the Five Points pulling a gun on someone from Lyanov’s (?) inner circle. I dunno. I got bored and tuned her out
Raisin: Don’t ask me what one had to do with the other because I don’t know
Neev: I do NOT run away from chores
Kitty: Haha. Sure you don’t. Shit. GTG. I can’t wait for this shift to be over
Neev: You won’t be called in, right?
Kitty: Nah, but Asswipe Alan is on a rampage and I’m ready for sun, sea, siestas, and sex
Neev: You and me both, sis
Raisin: Yeah, even I’m looking forward to getting away from New York
Kitty: T-minus eleven hours and counting, chicas!
Neev: WOOOT