Page 27 of Spencer's Satisfaction
Ash: Seriously, Uncle @Spencer, I need to know.
Charlie: Leave him alone, baby. Spence’ll reply when he’s able.
Ash: Oooh, do you think he’s still on his date? Did it become a sleepover?He’d added a gif of Milhouse fromThe Simpsonswaggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Chance: I wouldn’t be surprised. Diner Boy is his type and then some.
Zephyr: Diner Boy?
Chance: Yeah. Cute kid. Works at the diner near The Grove.
Zephyr: Oh! Short guy? Dark hair and brown eyes? Kinda shy?
Chance: That’s the one!My bestie has topped this off with an assortment of random emojis that I interpret to mean something along the lines of ‘jackpot’ and ‘you win a prize’.
Zephyr: Awww, he IS cute.
Ted: @Zephyr Should I be worried???He capped his little joke off with the emoji sticking its tongue out.
Ted: And, yes, Tony is very much @Spencer’s type. I didn’t realize he was a Little, though.
Zephyr: @Ted You know his name?! And you’re the one who thinks he should be worried???A gif of an elderly woman with her arms folded and fingers tapping on her exposed elbow follows.
Ted: I’ve been going to that diner for forever, Zeph. And I happen to pay attention to details like peoples’ names.
Zephyr: Uh huh.
I can’t help snorting at that.
Josh: @Ted Smart move, Theodore. I suggest chocolate and flowers. Meanwhile… @Spencer, we’re gonna need the details, man.
Charlie: @Josh Aren’t you supposed to be working?
Josh: Aren’t you?
Charlie: I run my company. You’re supposed to be out protecting the city.
Ash: Like Batman!
Charlie: NOT like Batman. Jesus.
Josh: Like Jesus?
Charlie: For fuck’s sake.
I’m outright laughing now, and I’ve made my way into the lounge room where I find my lazy lump of a cat sprawled out in front of the glass sliding door that leads to my tiny little backyard. He’s on his back, soaking in the mid-morning sun’s rays, and barely cracks an eye open when he hears me approach.
“I bet if I’d been Tony, you would have been excited to see me,” I tease him, squatting to rub his exposed belly. He wriggles around, enjoying the attention.
“I suppose I should let them know I’m alive at least, huh?” I ask Frank, who makes a ‘mrrrrow’ sound which I interpret as agreement.
Pushing back to my feet, I head over to the couch where I flop down and start typing. It takes me a few seconds longer than most to get the sentence posted. I’ve never been the fastest at typing on phones, regardless of the technology improving over the years.
Spencer: Date went well, but I don’t kiss and tell.
It doesn’t take long before their replies flood in.
Josh: Your poetry’s pretty shitty, man. I hope you don’t try that crap on him.
