Doors

[Call to Peter K]
[Mid-morning, to his office. Ring.]

After this.

[Locked to Neil D]
This is a holla. We're going on a double-date. You're being weird about that baby?

[Locked to Louis D]
I have a proposition for you. That... is a lot more innocent than the word 'proposition' allows.

After talking to Louis, ETA: [Locked to Sam A]
You really shouldn't let ice cream go to waste, man.

That felt like one of the worst hangovers of my life.

[Locked to Gabriel R]
Hello, stupid man.

[Later, on the night when she gets home from this. She's had more to drink and a night of making out in the back of a movie theater. Left open on the downstairs coffee table as a private draft in her book when she stumbles up to bed.]

Hey you,
I wanted to let you know that thank you. You're nice and you seem nice. And you haven't been an asshole which is good i like that. I like your smile too. It's nice. And your eyes and your scruffy and kissing you. Hands! I like your hands too. A lot. I think about them. Don't tell Max, she'll say something dumb about it. But I do. your hands and your fingers. It's been a really really really really long time since I liked someone's hands. Like that. Like in the way that I want them on me. And in me. Maybe not your whole hands. You have big hands and I don't think that would work. But fingers. Fingers would be really nice. Because yours are thick and they look strong and they make me think about sex. Like every time I see you. Every time. Even when you think I'm not, I sort of am. And when I think about sex, I think about having sex. With you. A lot. And I wonder how it would be. If we'd be good or not. Together. I think we might. I think we should try. Maybe soon. Please.
xoxo,
Laura

ps I promise not to hurt you or make you fall down again. Hopefully.


[Gabe R.]
[After this.]

Am I allowed to murder my roommate?

What to do when you want to try things that no one will understand?

[Locked to January F]

Thought I better introduce myself.

[Eloise M]

Left a key for the new place with your maid, in case of emergencies. [...] Your girl is talkative.

[Laura D]

[After this gets forwarded on.]

How many beers did you sink, Blossom? [Nothing posted]

[Public]

I feel like these people run our damn lives, got that confirmed recently. Does a silent voice mean they're less controlling, or just sneakier about it?