[ text: sister #2 ]: It's a bit of a long story.
[ text: sister #2 ]: In short, though, the bet had everything to do with the weather, and...
[ text: sister #2 ]: Well, how was I to know it would snow in July?!
[ text: sister #2 ]: I'm freezing and unclothed. A ride would be appreciated.
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] Ever heard of the weather report, Mister Smart Guy?
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] Alright, uh, I'm getting in my car now. Just-- stay put in that bush, got it?
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Anna sighed and stuffed her phone in her purse, a big pair of pants in hand. Soon, she was slowly driving around the area, eyes scanning the bushes for any pants-less men that could be sitting in them.
“Oh geeze…where is he?”
[ text: sister #2 ]: Yes, that is, in fact, an event that happened.
[ text: sister #2 ]: Tip? Don't lose a bet. Ever.
[ text: sister #2 ]: Just don't make a bet. It's a bad idea.
[ text: sister #2 ]: Might be hiding in a bush? Eheh.
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] Oh gosh, you lost your pants in a bet? Ha! That's gotta be embarrassing!
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] Okay okay, I'll drive over and pick you up if that's what you want-- unless you wanna walk towards my house pants-less, of course.
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] Uh...okay? Mind if I ask why? :/
[ text: sister #2 ]: I, uh... lost mine.
[ text: sister #2 ]: It's a bit of a long story.
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] You..you lost them? But how...?
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] You know what, nevermind. Where are you?
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[text: sister #2] I need a pair of pants.
[ TEXT ▸ To: admiral sideburns. ] Uh...okay? Mind if I ask why? :/