Who: Dee and Jeff What: Bachelor's party for two. When: Sunday night. Where: Delilah's apartment. Rating: NC-17. Status: Complete.
The evening had gone from bad to worse half-way through painting her bedroom. Nothing came about - nothing but a black hole and black thorns. Pretty fucking depressing, even for her. Add to that, she was out of smokes. Her hands itched for cigarettes, but she wasn't going to buy any until morning. She had a reason to stay in and timing was everything.
Her feet propped on the couch, Delilah changed from one boring reality show to the next, casually looking at the clock from time to time.