Hello everyone once again, and welcome to the second chapter of this story! Now, as you will notice, this is going to be fairly shorter than the first chapter. I explained on my tumblr blog about this (which if you want updates and details on this story and more, I highly recommend you follow. Link is on the author page), but basically the laptop I am using for these stories has crashed twice last night alone with both crashes almost causing me to lose all progress in this chapter. So I wanted to hurry it up and get to a certain point in the story and publish the next chapter before I send the laptop in to get it fixed. I promise you from now on I will avoid posting less than 1,000 words chapters in the future, but I just want to publish this now while it is safe.
As usual, I hope you liked this and if you get something needs improved or you want to tell me you like what you see, feel free to make a review. Your input can really help this story and future ones get better. Wolfe signing off.
Blake chose to wait until tomorrow before they meet up with Peter, because she felt like them showing up in the middle of the night with three of them drunk off their asses would more or less be a poor way to introduce yourself to the man who could make all your dreams come true with some ink and a few sheets of paper. So after telling Ruby about the good news (she would have also told Yang, but after how bad she lost the drinking game that night the chances of her remembering it was slim), she decided to go to earlier than usually in an attempt to minimize how bad the hangover was going to be. She also told Ruby to make sure both her and Yang go to bed early as well. She would tell Weiss too, but she had faith that she would do so without being told to. Despite being a little tipsy earlier, the shock that someone from Beacon Records of all people wanted to talk to them was enough to blow her buzz and when sober Weiss is the most responsible of the four.
After stumbling over to her bed slowly, she lies down on top of it and pulls the covers over her. She would take off her zip-up jacket and faded denim jeans, but she frankly doesn't feel like it. Plus nighttime in the Windy City can produce some freezing temperatures. So, having on these clothes would probably be the best thing for her to do right now. After turning on the TV to have some background noise she quickly falls asleep, anxious to see if they get a reply from Mr. Port about a possible meeting.
Now, Peter always knew that he wasn't tech savvy. I mean, he knows electronics 101 obviously. Working in the brave new world that is the digital age, you kinda have to have that knowledge. However, a tech wizard he is not. He can't code, he can't hack, and he doesn't do text lingo very well. He knows 'lol' is 'laugh out loud', 'wtf' is 'what the fuck', 'smh' is 'shake my head', etc. He knows the basics basically. However, he isn't on the level of children who grew up in this era of technology.
So when he got a reply from the band and it had phrases like 'hrllli', 'twonit', and 'gappy'; of course he was confused. How language seems to evolve right in front of you. Not even the internet had an answer to his plights, and he is positive the internet knows everything. In a last ditch attempt to learn, he opened up a word document and copy-pasted the message. This proved to work in an unexpected way right out the front gate.
Turns out he was not reading the newest slang in text culture, but a series of misspellings made by the sender. He snorted as he learned what had taken place. "Well, this is what I get for messaging people in the middle of the night. Must've woken up the poor kids, and they typed this with the sand drops still in their eyes." he rationalizes to himself loudly in his hotel room. If only he knew the real reason for the poor grammar can be found by looking into his apartment and seeing the empty beer cans littering the floor like the snow in the winter. But as the arctic monkeys that could be found in said snow would say, would he wanna know?
After translating the cryptically mistyped message, he was happy to find out that they are more than eager to meet with him and talk about a possible meeting up to discuss what it would mean to sign on the dotted line. Cracking his knuckles once more before typing up a reply himself, he decided that the best place they should meet somewhere close to their home. Since he doesn't know if they own a car and he has a Mercedes Benz outside, that seems like it would be easier to meet up closer to where they are living. After sending the message, he checks the clock and realizes it to almost time for the gates of Wrigley Field to open. After getting his Cubs jacket on, he heads out to his car. Hopefully when the game is over, he will get a reply.