@partloss:
daniel's phone goes off at the same time that there's a rapid knock on the bathroom door. danny, we're going in five minutes! i'm not waiting on you to do your hair again, me and bijou are hungry!
i'm on my way! give me five minutes! yes, he's doing his hair, but he's also multitasking to smirk and tap away at the phone that he's not supposed to have anymore.
[outgoing sms: stupid man] god, you're old. do you know you don't have to sign these? your number is saved on this phone? [outgoing sms: stupid man] you should be careful. watching my speeches? checking me out in the papers? i'll get the impression you miss me. [outgoing sms: stupid man] but what's that stupid expression of yours? not in a month of sundays? i'm a busy ken doll, now. just like you said: everyone wants to play. [outgoing sms: stupid man] x or whatever. dick.
jacob throws the tequila down his throat, eyes shutting only briefly as the alcohol slides down like liquid fire. somewhere down the street, someone yells out in spanish, and jacob picks up a few swearwords and little else. his attention is focused on the small blue screen of his phone.
[13:23 outgoing sms: management] you saved my number? [13:23 outgoing sms: management] dan. [13: 56 outgoing sms: management] you playing with others nicely?








