[text to: 4 leaf clover]:
I wish, but then again if there’s bad weather I just fly in one of my suits. Having trouble getting around?
[text] Hey, hey, I’ve already got my whiskey, rum and tequila. Cider is for starters. You can’t just go straight into that dude.
[text] Unfortunately my beautiful face, gorgeous blonde hair and amazing body has a habit of attracting drunken misogynists who don’t understand the word ‘no’. They usually go away if I scream and shout at them hysterically, which by the way I am very good at.
[text]: Puh-lease! Warmup drinks, and here I thought you were a hard drinker. My expectations of you have been soiled!!
[text]: …The more you’re talking the more you’re making me want to come down there suited up and perform my duty which is to save the damsel in distress.
[text] Paparazzi actually. Poor guys don’t even get a day off. Is there a back door? [text] If you make the joke I will...
[Text]: Is that you outside my window? I cant see you amongst the mass of fangirls.