Conversations written as best I remember.
It was Saturday morning and already I had worked up a sweat. The night before my girlfriend Ashley had gotten a call from her friend Chelsea. Chelsea had caught her bf that she lived with cheating and they had argued before she called it off. Soon after I had picked Chelsea up and brought her back to our apartment. They had spent some girl time with a bottle of rum while Chelsea vented.
Now Ashley was sleeping off the alcohol before her night shift tonight and I was helping Chelsea pack and move. She was moving in with us for a time.
“That limp dicked weasle couldn’t keep a job. I bought most of this shit. But because he had this lease already, now I have to fucking leave. Asshole.”
“On the bright side, you get to leave him an empty place while you look for a dick that can stay up.” I told her as I grabbed another box to put in the truck. She snorted.
“Hopefully one that can keep a job and make me scream because it doesn’t fit.” She said with a feral gleam.