Debacle
Writer of Words, Maker of Things
"Can you please not embarrass me?" Nova muttered after slowing her pace and waiting for the inebriated Taurus to catch up. He was teetering all over the place, a Weeble given human form. When he staggered into a table and nearly knocked a woman's cocktail into the lap of her attractive gigolo, Nova grabbed onto him.
"Sorry," she said to the pair. "Few too many apple martinis tonight."
Nova ducked under Taurus's good arm so that it rested on her shoulders and slid her arm around the back of his waist, holding him steady. A perceptive hooker opened the door for them and Nova gave a nod of thanks. The cool night air hit then hard. The air was choked with exhaust and probably (definitely) some carcinogenic vapors, but it felt cool and refreshing nonetheless.
She pulled up gps and mapped the short route, pulling them to the right. Georgette's apartment was a shoebox a couple blocks down, situated above a sandwich shop and sandwiched between a mall and a multi-level pot-shop. "This way," she said, nodding in their direction. For a few moments, there was silence. Then, "I bet you didn't think you'd end up here after pulling me out of a dumpster, huh?"
"Sorry," she said to the pair. "Few too many apple martinis tonight."
Nova ducked under Taurus's good arm so that it rested on her shoulders and slid her arm around the back of his waist, holding him steady. A perceptive hooker opened the door for them and Nova gave a nod of thanks. The cool night air hit then hard. The air was choked with exhaust and probably (definitely) some carcinogenic vapors, but it felt cool and refreshing nonetheless.
She pulled up gps and mapped the short route, pulling them to the right. Georgette's apartment was a shoebox a couple blocks down, situated above a sandwich shop and sandwiched between a mall and a multi-level pot-shop. "This way," she said, nodding in their direction. For a few moments, there was silence. Then, "I bet you didn't think you'd end up here after pulling me out of a dumpster, huh?"