Knock-knock. Pulling up the covers.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
Wut.
Who's there?
Voooor-AAAA-cious!
Voracious who-
Whoa what Hey how'd you even get-
The door? was unlocked?
Gotta check that.
No seriously you left me dancing Immaculately
Collected all by myself two in the morning and-
What's this?
You brought three morning shots of Red Bull? For me?
It's not even nine.
Did you drink yours al-?
Oh.
Right. Whoop-dee-do.
Shit-eatin' grin.
Just turn off the light, will ya?
Not that one,
Tha-at one. Yes.
Fine.
Hold the vodka.
Yes, I mean no.
Yes really--No.
Long story.
Here let me at least get up and pee first
Yes, yes, here we go.
Shaky-shaky blah blah -
Get my dancing shoes.
They're under the computer.
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