A series of emails, Tuesday afternoon

[tyler_gone]

To: tyler.durden@fandomhigh.net
From: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
Subject: Wilmington stuff

Jackass -

I never thought I'd write you again, but you saved my life so I figure I still owe you. Anyhow, a bunch of people with busted noses have been running around downtown lately, and some mouthbreather with a black eye in my colon cancer support group was blabbing about trains and something big going down this Friday. You might want to come out here, prove you aren't dead, and see if you can do something about it. Or not, whatever.

How's your little friend?

-Marla

To: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
From: tyler.durden@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Re: Wilmington stuff

Marla -

Fan-fucking-tastic. I'll be there.

Bite me.

-T

P.S. I'll get in Thursday afternoon so I don't miss class. Can I crash at Paper Street, or did the Space Monkeys burn it down?

To: tyler.durden@fandomhigh.net
From: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
Subject: No, bite me.

Excuse me while I die laughing over you worrying about missing class. Paper Street's abandoned again. City boarded the doors up but I bet you could get in.

I do have a couch.

-Marla

To: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
From: tyler.durden@fandomhigh.net
Subject: You first, darling.

I only have three classes, may as well go to them. This is Ethics.

I can hear you laughing from here.

I could take a couch. You okay with a guest?

-T

To: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
From: tyler.durden@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Somebody's not getting any.

Whatever, Durden.

I wouldn't have mentioned the couch if I wasn't.

See you at the bus station Thursday.

-Marla