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Brooke:My sister-wife heard about the conversation we had at the tavern yesterday afternoon, from Jackson.
JJ:Please don't call her that. I'm sure it's some kind of appropriation and it also weirds me out.
Brooke:You don't like bloodless sister either.
JJ:What is wrong with her name? Why can't you simply say you talked to Annette?
Brooke:Because I'm cheeky like that.
JJ:All right. Fine. What are you trying to tell me?
Brooke:Jackson was a little concerned about the things he heard and passed that info along to (let me see if I do this right) Annette.
JJ:Yeah, I had a great chat with him after you left.
Brooke:You didn't mention that last night.
JJ:No, I was more interested in fucking you than recounting my conversation with the sheriff.
Brooke:I won't disagree with that logic.
JJ:Good girl.
Brooke:Don't tell me I can't use sister-wife when you toss around good girl. That one is just as bad.
JJ:Funny how you didn't object last night.
Brooke:All I wanted to tell you is Jackson told Annette everything he heard and now Annette is cooking up some devious double dates for us.
JJ:I'm not sure I want to ask but—what the actual fuck are you talking about?
Brooke:Don't worry. It'll be fine. She won't act on those threats.
JJ:Great. Have your ass in my bed before midnight.
Brooke:Excuse you.
JJ:Be a good girl and do as you're told.
Brooke:Oh, so you want to play?
JJ:Any day, Bam. Any day for you.
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Annette:Hey, you two!
Brooke:omfg. Annette. What is this? A group text? Are you serious?
Annette:I'm inviting you both to a dinner party!
Jackson:We'd be thrilled to have you over.
Annette:Right! Yes! WE are inviting you two to a dinner party!
Brooke:What do you mean by "dinner party"?
