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Crashing
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Not Natalie. He shoved down the disappointment. Though if it were, he wasn’t sure how he would have reacted.  He probably should make a point to call her. He promised he wouldn’t disappear again. Who knew how long before the Ascendancy had another mission for him. He thought he’d be back in Africa by then but for the delay to the underground. Just thinking of it knotted a fresh twist of guilt over Nox. He gave up after the third undelivered message. He didn’t even know where to find him and talk this out. There was the mansion they’d gone to after the concert, but no way Jay would ever find it again. Nor did he remember the name of the people who lived there. Then there was the small matter that Nox had basically told him to fuck off and never see him again. Generally Jay preferred to honor those kinds of fuck off requests.

Not Natalie then. It was the European guy from the table. They both knew he was bullshitting Jay. But he appreciated the effort anyway.
“Alright. As long as they have burgers. I’m dying for a cheeseburger and fries. So. Yeah I can do that,” he said and gestured that he lead the way to this famously delicious place with instantly available food that was apparently right around the corner. Jay almost laughed to himself. He didn't care if the bait was exaggerated. He was content to let himself be hooked. At least it was a welcome distraction.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?” He said and offered a handshake. More civil than the last greeting. Just as they ducked from the building.

The street was busy with nightlife. It was a strange mix of people escaping their offices for the day and those escaping to their various vices for the night. Suits and heels. Jay definitely fit with neither group. His new friend seemed to fit right in.
Only darkness shows you the light.


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Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 11-07-2022, 01:58 AM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 11-07-2022, 08:31 PM
RE: Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 11-13-2022, 12:23 AM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 11-28-2022, 02:30 AM
RE: Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 12-10-2022, 10:28 PM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 12-30-2022, 06:02 PM
RE: Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 01-02-2023, 01:47 AM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 01-03-2023, 02:05 AM
RE: Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 01-04-2023, 02:29 AM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 01-06-2023, 12:50 AM
RE: Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 01-08-2023, 04:13 AM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 01-11-2023, 02:45 AM
RE: Crashing - by Seven - 01-11-2023, 02:46 AM
RE: Crashing - by Jay Carpenter - 01-11-2023, 07:53 PM

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