The guy that just projectile vomited over the balcony is now going down to find the pill he just puked up. I heard him saying he wasn't about to waste $15. I feel like having this conference in Florida was just asking for shit like this.
Okay. I'd say it probably won't be too late, but judging by the performance I just witnessed with that pill, I have no idea how the rest of the night will pan out.
I'll text you first.
[ In case she's gone to bed. He doesn't want to disrupt her sleep, after all. ]
[ He's suspicious, but he's also on a deadline, so he lets the matter go. For now.
Since Matthew actually enjoys his job, and the work he does for it, it's not like getting ready for his presentation is a hardship. He just hasn't gotten around to actually writing any of his thoughts down, which is a hassle, but once he gets going, he manages to knock it out quickly and even nips down to the hotel's office suite to print out all his notes and various paperwork.
Then he has his time up on stage presenting his thoughts to a room full of like-minded educators, and then there's dinner after, and then drinks with some of his colleagues from other schools he hasn't seen since last year...
It's late, by the time he gets up to his room, and he's had just enough whiskey to make him feel loose-limbed and lethargic, but not enough to make him want to go to bed. So he picks up his phone, just like he said he would, and texts Daisy to see if she's still awake. ]
[ she's... not asleep, technically. she's dozing, head resting on a pile of pillows with his sweater draped over top, eyes half-shut as a movie plays on netflix on her laptop. she's not asleep, but she's not totally awake either.
which is why there's a few minutes delay before her mind actually registers that, yes, the tritone chime of her phone was a thing in the real world and not just in her dreams, and yes, she should get up and answer it. ]
[ He frowns suspiciously down at his phone when it finally chimes with a response, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, but doesn't immediately call her a liar. ]
[ Spitting and rinsing, Matt finishes brushing his teeth and then quickly swipes one of the hotel wash cloths over his face before turning back to his room and moving back to his bed so he can flop down on it and pull up Daisy's contact details on his phone.
Smiling at the photo he took of her for her little icon, he hits dial and waits for her to pick up. ]
I'm a child of the nineties, honey, I know what watching Bob Ross tutorials will do to you.
[ Actually, he's more of a child of the eighties, but whatever. He was young enough to watch PBS growing up, he knows what The Joy of Painting is good for. Nap time. ]
It was good. I got some interesting feedback from some colleagues of mine that I need to work into the final product. How's your code coming along?
i don't wanna go to work i just wanna text all day
I feel like having this conference in Florida was just asking for shit like this.
time to play hooky
i'm pretty sure nothing worth searching through puke for is going to be fifteen bucks
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[ who needs porn when there's facetime and skype, huh ]
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I have last-minute work to do for the paper I'm presenting, duh.
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don't let me distract you from being a responsible adult
[ though... ]
i wish i could watch your presentation. i always like hearing you get excited
[ about poetry. and other things, too, she guesses. ]
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[ Daisy, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to him. ]
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[ and not even just to sit in the front row and distract him! what a sweetheart. ]
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[ It's a good thing she can't see him smiling all stupid down at his phone. ]
I'll give you the highlights when I get home.
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[ maybe she misses the sound of his voice. ]
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I'll text you first.
[ In case she's gone to bed. He doesn't want to disrupt her sleep, after all. ]
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[ she's gonna stay up on purpose now. ]
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[ He will not be moved from this, Daisy. ]
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[ she's... definitely gonna be something. maybe that something is startled awake by the buzz of her phone after she drops it on her face, though. ]
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[ He's suspicious, but he's also on a deadline, so he lets the matter go. For now.
Since Matthew actually enjoys his job, and the work he does for it, it's not like getting ready for his presentation is a hardship. He just hasn't gotten around to actually writing any of his thoughts down, which is a hassle, but once he gets going, he manages to knock it out quickly and even nips down to the hotel's office suite to print out all his notes and various paperwork.
Then he has his time up on stage presenting his thoughts to a room full of like-minded educators, and then there's dinner after, and then drinks with some of his colleagues from other schools he hasn't seen since last year...
It's late, by the time he gets up to his room, and he's had just enough whiskey to make him feel loose-limbed and lethargic, but not enough to make him want to go to bed. So he picks up his phone, just like he said he would, and texts Daisy to see if she's still awake. ]
Hey babe. You up?
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which is why there's a few minutes delay before her mind actually registers that, yes, the tritone chime of her phone was a thing in the real world and not just in her dreams, and yes, she should get up and answer it. ]
hi π
[ totally drowsy, if nothing else ]
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Are you actually up or did I just wake you?
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[ she didn't go to bed, so technically, she's not lying. she was just in bed, and very comfortable, and daydreaming a little. night dreaming?
not asleep. that's her story, and she's sticking to it. ]
how was your presentation?
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Smiling at the photo he took of her for her little icon, he hits dial and waits for her to pick up. ]
I'm a child of the nineties, honey, I know what watching Bob Ross tutorials will do to you.
[ Actually, he's more of a child of the eighties, but whatever. He was young enough to watch PBS growing up, he knows what The Joy of Painting is good for. Nap time. ]
It was good. I got some interesting feedback from some colleagues of mine that I need to work into the final product. How's your code coming along?
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i use this icon so rarely, can you believe
i cannot believe she is so pretty
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