@mangledchaos
Too damn early, too damn cold, and too I’m missing my fucking shoes. So an average Monday morning. Well, really, it felt more like a Sunday. Because her Saturday never quite ended.
Wait, it was Monday, right?
Naked (and cold) feet dragged her across the streets. The hotel she was crashing at was some ways away this time; last night she’d had the cash for a cab. But with the way she budgeted for her morning, she’d been expecting her latest partner to take her home.
Yeah, he was a delightful prat. His girlfriend? Oh, even better. It was a boring cliche, one she’d lived through many times.
She hadn’t even had the chance to grab anything beyond her shirt and shorts. Yeah, she wasn’t going back to that party any time soon. It wasn’t that great anyway.
Miserable as she was, was it any surprise she wanted to stop the pretty, dark-haired man? Maybe he wouldn’t be so vastly above giving her a ride to the hotel. Okay, wild shot from all kinds of hell, but she had to try.
“Hey. Hey, sir? Where’re you headed?” She called out, almost picking up speed to catch up to him. Wow, how low had she sunk this time?






