remy.

( mssg » blaine]   Pretty sure like, seven of the positions I fucked you in are frown on in most churches. So… Buzzed? You sure you’re not drunk? Or a spiked drink or something? 
( mssg » blaine]  Four bottles it is.   All right. All right. I won’t call him. But I still think you should let me in. 

( mssg » remy | sent ) Shhhhhhh.  And I don’t know.  It just keeps getting worse. my hallway has become my be.d
( mssg » remy | sent ) Fine. I’‘ll let you in as longa s you promise not ot remember anything you might see.  I don’t hink i could look you in the face if you don’t. 
( mssg » remy | sent )

Cooper is a no.  Thank you for that.  Door’s open