Doors

[Phone call to Wren M, late morning]

Ring!

[Comm to Bo]
[Without announcement, and sounding frazzled.] Davis, please tell me your hot ass is in town.

[Text to Winnie]

Reinforcements needed. Drinking commencing.


[Public]

Have you ever made a mistake? A big one. A true one. Not 'I wrote in a library book'.

[After this. Someone, apparently, has been drinking a bit.]

[locked to casey d]

Someone reminded me today I wasn't you.

[locked to sam a]

I think youd be very proud of me.

[locked to eames]

I failed. YUoure welcome. Fuck it. I don't even fucking care. I consider this your fault. Find someone else to fuck you out of trobule.

[locked to joseph s]

I have your lighter if you ever even want to see me face again or I could make an anonymous drop in a public park or what is wrong with me someone just tell me christ this is pathtic

It is impossible to find honest help in this damn cesspit.

[Last weekend, one of the national tabloids, having a slow week, made Blake their cover boy, and filled the center spread with speculatory, screaming headlines about the BILLIONAIRE'S SON GONE OFF THE RAILS. It's accompanied by pictures of Blake drinking, drunk, or clearly high on something that isn't life. He seems to be intimately accompanied by a different person in each picture. The most controversial photo shows him making out with someone in a dingy bar who bears a striking resemblance to a prominent young male actor, dark-haired and fine-boned, who is currently a hollywood darling, and has starred in several recent romantic comedies.]

[aubrey r]

Hey, bitch. This is officially a booty call. Want to finish up what we started? I'll buy you dinner if you insist on being classy.

[public]

I did not have sexual relations with any of those women. Seriously. No comment on the brunet, though. Don't pretend you wouldn't, ladies, if he was into pussy.

[After this]

Ring, ring.