Shannon:It bears noting that you are also awake.
Will:No. I can respond to texts while I sleep.
Will:Commando tactic.
Shannon:Hilarious
Will:Seriously. Why are you up?
Shannon:Had a lot of coffee today.
Will:Yeah?
Shannon:The pumpkin spice latte has returned for fall. I’m a fan.
Will:And now you could run to Ohio and back?
Shannon:Pretty much
Shannon:I’ve been thinking about going jogging.
Will:Please don’t
Shannon:Is this where you get all patronizing and tell me that girls should stick with their pilates and zumba? Don’t trouble yourself with that. I run every morning, to and from spin or barre class. I’ve finished the last six Boston Marathons. I don’t need any advice from a penis, thanks.
Will:It’s 2:21 a.m. I get that you’re tough as fuck but I wouldn’t even jog at 2:21 a.m.
Will:And if my penis is giving advice, it’s saying “come to North Carolina and put your mouth on me”
Shannon:How is it any different from jogging to the gym at 4:30?
Will:Common sense?
Will:Sunlight?
Will:How about the fact most psychopaths decide to pack it in by then? And the feral animal quotient goes down too.
Shannon:Pfft. I can handle that shit.
Will:Yes, Shannon. I’m certain that stray dogs and fisher cats make it their job to stay the fuck away from you.
Shannon:Oh yeah. It’s a redhead thing.
Will:Ok so you run marathons and drink too much coffee. Tell me something else about you.
Will:Since you’re awake
Shannon:Quid pro quo, commando.
Will:You know, pulling out the Latin at this hour is kind of like using trigonometry during beer pong. Don’t be that guy.
Shannon:Yeah. Being chased by a fisher cat would be soooo much more entertaining than this
Will:I’ve never seen Titanic. Not a fan of romanticized shipwreck.
Shannon:Do I need to define quid pro quo for you? Or are you just giving me lame shit to work with?
Will:You need to calm down.
