Texting The Night Away

[Mark Stuart]

Text to K: So...ready for dinner? Meet me at the fountain in the Marketplace, I'll be there in like ten minutes.

[Kenzi]

Text to Mmmark: Ten minutes?! WHAT? No. I'm still trying to figure out what to wear. Throw money into the fountain and make wishes while you wait?

[Mark Stuart]

Text to K:: Let me see the outfits, yeah? I'll pick the best one. :p

[Kenzi]

Text to Mmmark: So, you're getting in touch with your female side are you? :-p

[Mark Stuart]

Text to K:: Can I get in touch with your female side? Sorry! I had to...you know. And, well, I just think you're pretty, that's all.

[Kenzi]

Text to Mmmark: You can get in touch with my female fist! Oooo. Gotcha sucka!

Text to Mmmark: And that's all huh? Just pretty? What about my super sweet disposition and my angelic ways?


Text to Mmmark: I have it narrowed down to three dresses. It would help if I knew where you were taking me...

[Mark Stuart]

Text to Kenzi: Look, sweetheart, I know I inspire you to some rather absurd mood swings, but let's be real. You need to calm down. Take a deep breath, Ol' Glory. You ain't no ogre, so you're not going to beat me.


Text to K: You know, about that. You're not only gorgeous, you're smart enough to turn a blind eye to the fact that you almost get me killed on a day to day basis, you are pretty smart. And as far as sweet goes, you're pretty endearing. Those kisses, too. They're sweet. As far as where we're going? It's a surprise, but a nice dress wouldn't hurt!

[Kenzi]

Text to Mmmark: Okay, I lied. I have it narrowed down to four dresses, so pick one. Unless none are appropriate for where you're taking me. Then I will start over. Might be quicker just to tell me!









Text to Mmmark: Keep talking smack and I'll take the "almost" out of getting you killed. :p

[Mark Stuart]

Text to K: You just know I'm going to have to take you out more and more just so I can see you in all of them right? Have I told you that you're beautiful lately? There's a song I want you to listen to, it's called Cowboys and Angels. Wear the last one, the white one, yeah? You're looking better than any angel I've heard a preacher man talk on.

Text to K: So long as you kiss it better again :p. Oh, make sure to get something to hit me in the chin. Maybe it'll pick my jaw up from the floor, since that's where you dropped it :p.

[Kenzi]

Text to Mmmark: Let's just see how this time goes before you start making plans. Just so you know, I am thoroughly opposed to anything that might occur with a preacher present. Also...do you want me to listen to this song or put on the white dress and end your misery?

Text to Mmmark: Your bumpkin charm is not working on me. It isn't. Stop grinning like a damn fiend.

[Mark Stuart]

Text to K: I'm pretty sure you have two hands, right? That means ten fingers, so I bet you can press play on Youtube and still get dressed at the same time. I've got high expectations, sorry...

Text to K: Oh, it's not? I didn't think angels were liars :p. I'd tell you to stop smiling, but all the same, that'd be a tragedy, robbing the world of that smile.

[Kenzi]

Text to Mmmark: First, what the hell is Youtube? Second, you're a sucka for having any expectations.

Text to Mmmark: Still not working. Now lemme get dressed before one of my roomies barges in here and gets an eye full!