WHO: Kaylyn Reese & Izsak Darcy WHAT: Izsak sent a text demanding Kaylyn’s presence. WHERE: Izsak's art studio / home WHEN: Friday, March 11, 2011 - 5:00am(ish) RATING: TBD STATUS: incomplete
Kaylyn wanted to ignore the text from her boss about coming over so early in the morning. For that matter she wanted nothing better than to roll back over in bed and go back to sleep. She’d been sleeping oh so well when her cell phone went off and jarred her out of her sleep. She’d nearly just closed her eyes as her mind had tried to convince her it was just her imagination, but she’d set her phone to give a follow up noise if she didn’t pick it up and look within 30 seconds and so it went off again, showing that she most definitely wasn’t imagining it. When she was who it was from she groaned and let her arm drop to rest against her forehead before pushing herself up and answering.
She thought perhaps she could convince him that the best idea would be for him to go back to bed, but that was quite quickly shot down. It was apparent that she was going to have to honestly get dressed and go to his place to appease him. She certainly did not want to get fired while he was apparently drunk and have to deal with it all once he was sober. So very reluctantly she pushed her covers off herself and got up, stretching her tired muscles out to try to help wake her a bit more. After that it was just a matter of grabbing some clothes and tossing them on. Of course there was also a quick stop to the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth and comb her hair back and into a ponytail to keep it out of her way.
There was absolutely no way she was starting her day this early without some coffee, so on her drive she made a quick stop at a coffee shop and picked up some coffee for herself and for her boss. She couldn’t help but take a few quick sips as she drove, one hand one the wheel with fingers tapping impatiently and the other wrapped around her coffee cup. Luckily it didn’t take her long to actually get to his place and before long she was on the familiar trek to his front door. A quick stack of the coffee cups allowed her a free hand and she quickly knocked and waited to see if he’d answer or if she’d need to dig out the key and let herself in.