Sundays ~ Mini RP Moment
It was later in the evening when he dragged himself from bed. He'd been back and forth between napping, watching TV, and working on an opening statement. He went into the kitchen to find something to eat and made his way through the messy apartment. It was looking more and more like a shitty bachelor pad every day. The kind that was never straightened, of course. He felt bad for a moment that she'd actually seen it like that, but the moment left him and he didn't care. It wasn't as though it mattered.
He opened the cabinet for a glass and sighed when he saw it was empty. His eyes scanned the kitchen. Yes, he needed to do the dishes.
He picked up a used glass and rinsed it out, before pouring a scotch. He picked up his cell phone and scanned through until he found a number. As it rang he started loading the dishwasher. When the voicemail went off he cleared his throat. "Hi, uh, this is Larry. Larry Paul. Just returning your call. Wondering if you still wanted to grab a drink. I'll be around if you want to call me back." He hung up and tossed the phone down. He hadn't seen the woman since the night they'd met a couple weeks before, but she'd called. Why not?
After getting the dishwasher started he went into the living room and pulled the record from the record player then gently put it in the sleeve. As he tucked it away, he sighed. He'd gotten a better nights sleep the night before than he had in a very long time.
He opened the cabinet for a glass and sighed when he saw it was empty. His eyes scanned the kitchen. Yes, he needed to do the dishes.
He picked up a used glass and rinsed it out, before pouring a scotch. He picked up his cell phone and scanned through until he found a number. As it rang he started loading the dishwasher. When the voicemail went off he cleared his throat. "Hi, uh, this is Larry. Larry Paul. Just returning your call. Wondering if you still wanted to grab a drink. I'll be around if you want to call me back." He hung up and tossed the phone down. He hadn't seen the woman since the night they'd met a couple weeks before, but she'd called. Why not?
After getting the dishwasher started he went into the living room and pulled the record from the record player then gently put it in the sleeve. As he tucked it away, he sighed. He'd gotten a better nights sleep the night before than he had in a very long time.