@judashey
From: Rossi Hey, you up?
On a normal occasion, a text saying that, sent at 1:28 AM would be an undeniable booty call. And not even a good one at that. But for Rossi, it was normal. Chalk it up to insomnia, working nights at the bar and downing energy drinks like it was her job, but she was always up late, and always bored.
Cue her best friend. Who thankfully enough, lived directly across the hall from her shitty little one room apartment. It made bugging him a million times easier- hey, if she could go bang on his door while still wearing knee high socks and her pajama shirt, that was all the better. Hell, she didn’t even need to put a bra on.
Six minutes passed, and still no answer. Rossi wasn’t the most patient individual. She began fishing through her junk drawer, sifting through thumbtacks and cigarette cartons to find the shiny silver key stashed away in the back. Haphazardly closing the door to her own apartment behind her, she pads across the hall to check if the door is unlocked-- no dice (not that it matters). Shoving the key into the lock, she twists it and swings the door open, stepping into the dark apartment and making her way to the single bedroom by memory.
“Hey,” she says slightly above speaking volume, flipping on the lights and illuminating the bedroom. “Wake up, I’m bored. Entertain me.” She pulls the blankets off the sleeping boy, warranting a groan. “Please? Look, I even said please.”