Wednesday, 31 August 2011
01:10:52 PM (GMT)
I'm woken up by a buzz from my phone which I was clutching to my chest. I flip it
open, squinting at the screen as it glared light at me.
Skye: Ugh... My head hurts like mad! Honestly, I can't remember last night at
all, before Drew was shot...
Me: That's probably for the best.
Skye: It is? Richard's hungover all the time, but it's the first time for me...
Me: So you didn't catch him this time? Too busy "going all the way" with Drew?
Skye: No. And excuse me?! What the fuck are you on?!
Me: Wow. You really don't remember anything.
Skye: No... What?!
Me: I'm not repeating it. But you're okay? Drew didn't... do anything?
Skye: No... I don't think so... Why do you care anyway?
Me: Because you were bloody drunk!!! He could've done anything!!
Skye: Well he didn't!
Me: Not the point! You were drunk, you could've just forgot!
Skye: Well, what happened, happened. Can't do anything about it now.
Me: Only 'cause he's dead. That assassin could've just saved you from rape! Or
Skye: I refuse to let you stand up for that piece of crap!
Me: He obviously has stronger senses of right and wrong than Drew!
Skye: Stop it!
Me: Only 'cause you know I'm right.
Skye: I honestly don't give a damn.
Me: You're impossible when you're hungover....
And that's that conversation over...
It doesn't take a genius to figure out why.
(At a bit of a loose end for ideas... I'll come back to this later... *hangs head in