starter for @defibber
“I thought you were gonna help me pick out some cuff-links.” Emerson rolled his eyes and sauntered into the living room, his sleeves drooping and almost hiding the small boxes he held in his left hand. Choosing cuff-links really wasn’t a hard job, no one noticed them anyway. Nonetheless, he always made an attempt to look his best at parties. Appearances mattered, just like connections did.
The sound of Kelly’s phone vibrating and ringing on the coffee table startled him and his head snapped towards the noise. He picked up the phone and grit his teeth as he read the name.
“Who the fuck is this?” He asked as the phone continued its’ annoying song. The caller’s name simply read Cody. A misspelling, he assumed. He stared at it a moment longer and it stopped ringing, as if submitting to his will. Gritting his teeth, he slowly raised his head. “Who the fuck is Cody?”
