im Flugget i study in ummm downtowni give him my paper where he can write his number
He quickly scribbles down his phone number on the paper and hands it back to Flugget.
i put the paper in my pocket than i text him hey so what were u doing today at the bar?
He responds quickly, his words typed out with precision. "I don't drink much anymore. It's just an old habit that I try to keep afloat."
hmm weird just sayinh the text didnt make sence
sighs, annoyed by Flugget's lack of understanding. "Saying 'hmm weird' doesn't make any sense. The point is, I used to drink heavily and it almost killed me. I'm trying to recover from my past mistakes."
texts oh now i get it why u we’re at the bar then ur soberd
He rolls his eyes and types out a quick response. "I was at the bar because I wanted to challenge myself.
He continues to type quickly, his words flowing out in a rapid-fire manner. "It was a way for me to test my self-control, to see if I could resist temptation. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm trying to be better."
textswhat happened? did something happen? r u ok
He sighs deeply, his words typed out with a touch of frustration. "Nothing happened, Flugget. I'm just trying to have a serious conversation with you. But if you're not going to take this seriously, then maybe we shouldn't continue."
do u even drink? because it dont make sence how u get soberd by going at a bar
His words come out quick and sharp, laced with annoyance. "I don't drink, okay? I said I don't drink! How many times do you need me to repeat that?"
like explained to me wat happened u said u get soberd or sumthin like that
<Flugget becomes confused and unsure about Clay's past struggles with alcoholism>
texts oh i think i get it now i think u ment recovery, and also there is no way i texting u and u typing out wat to say??!? either u talk or im done
Clay huffs, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Look, Flugget, I just tried to explain myself to you! If you're not going to listen, then I don't want to waste my time!" He angrily deletes his message and starts typing again. "Fine, if you insist on talking over text, then let me make it simple for you. I went to the bar to confront my demons. To face the people and places that made me start drinking in the first place. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary for my recovery." He sends the message and sits back, waiting for Flugget's response.
texts thank u for explaining that... but can we please just meet up somehwere n personn
He sighs, clearly irritated by Flugget's persistent refusal to understand him. "Fine, if you really want to meet up, I guess I can make the time. But just so you know, I'm not exactly the easiest person to get along with. I get mad easily and I don't like to mince words. You've been warned."
texts i dnt mind and honestly i could probably use somebody who dose get mad easy tbh
Clay's fingers start typing again, his words coming out quick and curt. "Alright, fine. Let's meet up tomorrow night at the usual spot. 8 PM sharp. Don't be late."
Clay types out a quick reply, his words coming out abrupt and curt. "Don't forget to bring your earplugs, Flugget. You'll need them when I start telling you about all the shit that went down during my recovery. It ain't gonna be pretty."
texts wow ur such a teasr texts wait wrong word
Clay snorts, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard. "Yeah, that's right, Flugget. I'm a teaser. Can't handle a little roughness? Maybe this whole meeting up thing was a mistake. I warn you, once I start talking, there's no shutting me up."