17 culpepper house, spice district, 4:45pm
karlie’s phone vibrates
karlie: (raises eyebrows) well i’ll be damned…
she clears her throat and answers the phone
karlie: (sweetly) you’re blessing me with an actual phone call and not a cryptic text message?
damien: (smiles)i said i wanted to hang out again and this is me asking if you’d like to do that. are you a game of llamas fan?
karlie: (mutters) knew you were too good to be true…(inhales sharply) i am not…
damien: perfect! that means you’re available tonight. i fucking hate that show. i kinda want to take you out. properly. there might even be some wining and dining.
karlie: i had no idea you were such a gentleman, sauerkraut.
damien: ah, i’m a lot of things. and that name is gonna stick, isn’t it?
karlie: it will.
damien: fine, 8 sound good? i know it’s sunday and it’ll be dead all over but hopefully by the end of the night, we’ll end up somewhere better than a dive bar bathroom (* nsfw link)
karlie: (laughs) sounds great. text me a place and i’ll be there.
she hangs up the phone and lets out a content sigh
karlie: (bellows) mitzi, come help me pick out some slutty clothes for tonight. not too slutty though! i want to make him work for it!
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