John

[london_spy]

Danny had been thinking about texting John all day, but as the sun vanished beyond the horizon he finally sat down on the edge of the bed with his phone. He wrote a message- Then deleted it. Then another, which he also deleted.

Finally he wrote something he didn't hate.

<i>Come over.</i>

Two words, nothing more. He just hoped John replied.

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[petty_dabbler]

John didn't see it for a bit. He was busy playing darts, talking shit, and getting piss drunk.

But when he did see it, he melted a little.

OK he sent back an hour and a half later, then he went out to find a cab. No way he could drive. He paid extra for the bloke to take the most direct route. And when he arrived he wobbled to the door. He wasn't sloppy, but oh was he loose.

He lit a cigarette and willed himself to sober up a bit before he knocked.

He was not, in fact, any more sober than before he'd lit up.