DirkJakeGT: Hey, sexyMore Like This
TT: English, what the hell?
GT: I'm just, you know, having a fun time.
TT: You're not making any sense. Are you drunk again?
GT: Psht. No.
TT: Dammit English. I'm coming over.
Dirk sat there for a moment, staring at the computer screen. This was the forth time this week that Jake had drank himself drunk. Except tonight, instead of not doing anything about it, the blonde was going to try to stop him. To be honest, it was starting to worry him. It was not like Jake had never been drunk before, he was once or twice in the past, but that was nothing. It was just that this time it was consistent. Every night this was happening.
Then something clicked in his head and before he noticed what he was doing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard.
TT: Lalonde. This is your fault.
TG: what is my falt
TT: The reason why English is all drunk out of his mind right now.
TG: it wsa his choce
TT: Doubt it.
TG: how c