Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DECLAN
Group text with Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln
Atlas:
Festival setup’s tomorrow at 8. We start pouring at 10.
Declan:
People are gonna be drinking at 10?
Atlas:
Are you new here?
Xander:
Who’s bringing the tent?
Lincoln:
The only tent I know about is the one in Dec’s pants every time the hot librarian walks by.
Declan:
We’re gonna be down to three of us tomorrow.
Lincoln:
Why? You got a date with your hand?
Declan:
No. I’m going to murder you.
Lincoln:
In plain sight of the hot librarian? Be serious.
Atlas:
Stop fucking baiting him, Linc. I’ve got shit to do tonight.
Lincoln:
You mean your girlfriend?
Atlas:
I’ll bring a shovel, Dec.
Xander:
Can someone answer my fucking question?
Atlas:
I’ve got the tent. I’ll take care of it after I help Mom and Pen get the library’s booth set up.
Declan:
Don’t worry about that. I got it.
Lincoln:
Well, well, well. Seems the guy who’s used every excuse in the book to avoid festivals has had a change of tune.
Declan:
I didn’t change my tune. I just don’t want Mom lifting shit if she doesn’t have to.
Lincoln:
Sure. This has nothing to do with Pen.
Declan:
What have I fucking told you about calling her Pen?
Lincoln:
Should I call her Mistress Librarian instead?
Xander:
Do you get a bonus every week for how much shit you stir?
Atlas:
Ease up, Linc.
Xander:
Seriously. You remember what it’s like to fall in love, don’t you?
Lincoln:
Oh, that’s my bad. I didn’t know we’d entered loooooove territory. I just thought he wanted to bang her.
Declan:
I am going to kill each one of you. Slowly. And with a great deal of pleasure.
Atlas:
Mute the thread and get over it.
Lincoln:
Nice try, but he can’t mute destiny, bro