Mom:
I’m perfectly capable of handling things in my own house, Atlas.
Atlas:
I know you are. But just wait for one of us, will you?
Mom:
Your brothers are welcome to help me once they get here. Unless I’ve already finished by then.
Group text with Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln
7:36 p.m.
Atlas:
Jesus Christ, one of you needs to get over there right fucking now. She’s diving in without waiting for us.
Lincoln:
I’ve got the bar to handle, and we’re two deep because Mabel’s offering half off a sex toy if people buy her a drink. I’m going to have to roll her out of here by last call.
Atlas:
Dec. That means you’re up.
Declan:
Goddammit. You fuckers have no idea what I’m passing up for you.
Lincoln:
Not for us, douchebag. For Mom.
Declan:
Yeah, yeah. I’m on my way.
Xander:
Sorry for the late reply. Looks like you got it handled, but lmk if otherwise.
Lincoln:
Convenient, Xan.
Xander:
I can’t do shit when I’m 1k miles away, dickweed.
Atlas:
Someone keep me up to date.
Lincoln:
Enjoy the fancy party. Word on the street is there are a whole lot of thirsty women ready to pounce.
