he phone rang and the morbid sense that it could be anna hit him hard, private callers always got the ignore based on a principle of if you've got something to hide your not worth talking to. "Fuck it" he sighed and answered it
"Hey its Jason, Where the fuck were the last night, Charlie was hooking up some stuff and you said you'd meet us 8"
Rick signed, again, his mind wandered briefly backwards in time, trying to remember the situation or the conversation to formulate a decent responce, but couldnt
"I dont remember"
"You dont remember fuck all mate. Anyway meet us in an hour at Maxies"
The phone went dead. Rick frowned at the sudden common occurence of people telling him to be places rather than asking, It was rude and.... "Shit" he swore, abruptly stopping at the stairs. His eyes gazed down, seeing torn boxers and the purple slippers Anna had bought him a week ago. The odd looks didnt so much bother him as the fact that without jeans he was devoid of a wallet, without a wallet he was devoid of money and... "Ugh" he had left it all with the stranger. He u turned and headed back. What a fucking start to the day
Opening the door to his room Rick saw the guy was still sitting in the same spot. The small stroll had wakened his senses enough to realise this would need to be rectified, and whilst he was no stranger to having unknowns in his room, they were almost always female with a fairly decent reason to be there.
Sitting down on his bed, facing the stranger Rick slid out a cigarette and lit it. Thinking for a second, he smiled
"Did we fuck?"
"Hey its Jason, Where the fuck were the last night, Charlie was hooking up some stuff and you said you'd meet us 8"
Rick signed, again, his mind wandered briefly backwards in time, trying to remember the situation or the conversation to formulate a decent responce, but couldnt
"I dont remember"
"You dont remember fuck all mate. Anyway meet us in an hour at Maxies"
The phone went dead. Rick frowned at the sudden common occurence of people telling him to be places rather than asking, It was rude and.... "Shit" he swore, abruptly stopping at the stairs. His eyes gazed down, seeing torn boxers and the purple slippers Anna had bought him a week ago. The odd looks didnt so much bother him as the fact that without jeans he was devoid of a wallet, without a wallet he was devoid of money and... "Ugh" he had left it all with the stranger. He u turned and headed back. What a fucking start to the day
Opening the door to his room Rick saw the guy was still sitting in the same spot. The small stroll had wakened his senses enough to realise this would need to be rectified, and whilst he was no stranger to having unknowns in his room, they were almost always female with a fairly decent reason to be there.
Sitting down on his bed, facing the stranger Rick slid out a cigarette and lit it. Thinking for a second, he smiled
"Did we fuck?"