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myron wagtail ([info]wagsy) wrote in [info]euphorialane,
@ 2008-12-22 00:05:00

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Who: Myron Wagtail & his publicist, Addie
When: BACKDATED to Thursday, December 18
Where: Myron's flat
What: Myron picked up some nice ladies the day before.
Rating: Um, PG-13 for hinting at nudity and sex?
Notes: This was my 3rd person sample; Dawn's making me post it.



Knock knock knock.

Myron didn't hear the knocking until five minutes later, when he was gently nudged - and then poked sharply in the ribs. "Okay okay I'm up," he mumbled, eyes still closed as he pushed himself up off the bed. He stumbled to the door and opened it, answering in an accusative voice, "what the fuck do you want?"

"Uh, Myron, you're not wearing any clothes," his publicist, Addie, replied, hesitating for only a split second, her eyes staring straight in front of her like the sight of Myron naked was something she was used to on a daily basis (and it was). "Did you forget?"

"No-- yeah, yeah I did." He stepped aside to let Addie into the flat, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

What time did you get in last night?"

"Dunno."

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

Addie rolled her eyes. "You have an interview with... Myron, are you even listening?" She snapped her fingers in front of his face, hoping to wake him up a smidgen.

"Yeah, got it, interview at four thirty, I remember just fine without you here nagging at me." He began to walk back to the bedroom, intent on returning to bed and sleeping the rest of the day away, interview or no interview. His publicist followed and stood in the doorway as she watched him crawl back into what looked like a rather full bed.

"Myron, it's four o'clock right now."

"Aw, shite." Myron generally needed at least thirty minutes to get himself ready, but he was still crawling back into bed even as he spoke. "Addie, meet..." He trailed off, brow furrowed. There were at least three ladies in his bed, and he couldn't remember their names for the life of him. "Ca...rly? Ca...rla? Wait, Cassie! This is Cassie," he pointed to a waif-like blonde to his right, "Jasmine," he pointed to the olive-skinned brunette to his left, "and Leila!"

"And where did you meet these nice young women?"

"They were dancers!"

"I see."

"No no no, they were dancing, really dancing, around on the street!"

"Myron, for Merlin's sake, what have I told you about picking up prostitutes?"


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