Re: [Call: Lou D/Cris M]
[She grabs the phone, yeah? Or she gets her mouth as close as she can to the phone. She's still booze and pill dazed, and she's getting really REALLY fucking close to puking on Cris' shoes, but at least she's not trembling anymore, yeah?] Lou, you're not fucking going alone. You tell- tell them that, and we'll figure out a time, ok??? I need- I need to get home, so just fucking AGREE, and we can talk after the art thing tomorrow, yeah??????? Sleep somewhere other than above the store if they know your name IDFC where. Above the bakery or something Iris isn't there. Just- [Nearly retching.] Just, you're not going alone. [That's as much as she says, and she lets Cris have the phone back, and she sags against him.]