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"Hello?"
"Hello, is this 1-800-hairy-balls?"
I recognize Andrew's voice when he laughs.
"Sass?"
"Oh, so you remember what you wrote in the back of my notebook?"
Good thing he wrote his number, too.
"Are you coming tonight?"
"Well, I heard from Lulu last week that there's some grand opening party at the new place you're working, and I was calling to see what the fuck happened to my invitation."
"It must have gotten lost in the mail."
"That's what all my bartenders say."
"The name of the place is Aquadisiac. It's right across the street from the Radisson Hotel, on Queen's Quay West."
About half a kilometre from my house. Even closer than The Banknote.
"I guess I'm going to have to come, because the whole fucking Internet wants to know what the fuck happened to you, you bastard."
* * *
After her visit to Aquadisiac, Postmodern Sass begs Andrew to return to The Banknote.
"Hello, is this 1-800-hairy-balls?"
I recognize Andrew's voice when he laughs.
"Sass?"
"Oh, so you remember what you wrote in the back of my notebook?"
Good thing he wrote his number, too.
"Are you coming tonight?"
"Well, I heard from Lulu last week that there's some grand opening party at the new place you're working, and I was calling to see what the fuck happened to my invitation."
"It must have gotten lost in the mail."
"That's what all my bartenders say."
"The name of the place is Aquadisiac. It's right across the street from the Radisson Hotel, on Queen's Quay West."
About half a kilometre from my house. Even closer than The Banknote.
"I guess I'm going to have to come, because the whole fucking Internet wants to know what the fuck happened to you, you bastard."
After her visit to Aquadisiac, Postmodern Sass begs Andrew to return to The Banknote.
1 Comments:
FINALLY! I was dying to know what the hell had happened to him.
Of course, every time I read your stuff I spend quite a bit of time on the resulting, unanswered, questions.
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