Marco:
Though, I do feel like celebrations are in order. Sebastian found his fucking spine and bit back at The Wolf.
Sebastian:
Had to be done. I can take many things, but humiliation in front of one of his law-bros? Not happening. I do have some self-respect.
Sebastian:
Can’t say the same for you, Marco.
Raf:
If hulking out were an Olympic sport he’d win the gold for sure. I mean you virtually busted out of your skin every time Arty even looked her way.
Luca:
Children, children. Order in the court!
Raf:
You dickheads better not be texting and driving.
Marco:
Sebastian’s driving. I’m his passenger princess and Luca is in the baby seat in the back. *Laughing emoji*
Luca:
OkkkkkkkHulk…
Luca:
Also voice-to-text, old man. Welcome to the new age. There’s this thing called technological advancement.
Raf:
You know the difference between me and you, little brother?
Luca:
Enlighten us, oh wise counsel.
Raf:
I ride in the back because I choose to indulge in the luxury of being driven around. Yours is a result of being a pity passenger.
Luca:
What the fuck ever. Firstly, I am the ride; just ask any number of hotties who’ve had the luxury of taking me for a spin. Secondly, your grumpy ass needs to get laid.
Luca:
Leave it with me, and maybe I can rustle you up a pity fuck.
Marco:
LMAO