Sunday ~ 2:17 am

Dumbylan is calling...

Hope:

"This better be good because I have a secret weapon stashed in my house for calling me so late and-"

Dylan:

"In theee miiddle of the night, in myyyyyyyyy dreams you should seeeeeee-"

Hope:

"Dylan?"

Dylan:

"The thongs we dooooooooooo!!"

Hope:

"Okay, noted. You sing wayyyyyy off key when you're drunk and mess up "things" for um... "thongs". And ewwwwww! Stop singing that!"

Dylan:

"Hopello, somello, ohmello, bomello."

Hope:

"I swear if that's a drunk slur for "Hope, hello.", "send me love", "oh, my love", "be my love" then I am gonna whoop your rich ass! Because that's the only thing I was able to hear. Or maybe my brain cells get activated when I am super sleepy."

Dylan:

"..."

Hope:

"Why are you giggling, you Dumbello!"

Dylan:

"Your-your grogggyyyy is toooooo sexyyyy!"

Hope:

"..."

Dylan:

"..."

Hope:

"And your drunk mouth is too loud. Seriously, how much have you had to drink?"

Dylan:

"Only two..."

Hope:

"Oh, thank God. Glasses, hopefully?"

Dylan:

"Wenty. Only twoventy, ohmello."

Hope:

"..."

Dylan:

"Why's is you laughing?"

Hope:

"Because your drunk self is so talented to speak gibberish and invent an entirely new language!"

Dylan:

"I am tooooooooo too too toooo twoventy glad that you and meeeee talking-talking."

Hope:

"Ooh, and you're punny too-venty. On a serious note, Dylan, wherever you are, go home and go to sleep."

Dylan:

"No!"

Hope:

"No? But why?"

Dylan:

"Bye!"

Hope:

"Huh? No, I meant - I meant "but why", not "bye"! What-"

Hope just stared at her phone with furrowed brows and sighed heavily.

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