She's surrounded by bills, empty wine bottles and recyclable materials and has just done checking her work emails for the last time. She is in her pyjama top and suit pants. Everything in her life is on hold because it's Wednesday night. It only gets to be paid deserved attention on Sunday, if she survived the week. Wednesday night is just too early to say if she would be dead or alive for the weekend. The inbox was emptied and she reaches for a fresh bottle of wine of the day. The door bell rings. The door bell at 2330. She knows it is a booty call. Booty call at the door step sounds serious, and it is, she knows it is. Much to her shame she does not know which one this might be. She peeks out with no make-up on and in a pyjama top. OK, she half guessed, she guessed right who it is.
He has promised to give her some money because she did some work for him as a favour, and he appreciated so much. He never paid out because it gave him a perfect excuse to make these late night calls. She opens the door, instantly smelling the thick clouds of dope fume, turning her face away from him so he would not notice her bare face and so she would not inhale the bad air.
He hints that he can pay the money soon. He suggests that he want to talk money, right then. He asks her to come around. She cannot leave in a pyjama top and pants suit pants with no make-up on.
She quickly changes and try to look decent, but not sexy. She does not want this but she needs money. She has to negotiate it without doing sexual flavours. She needs to look presentable.
He is loaded and is quite handsome, which means one thing; he is stoned his arse off and is in troubles with his girlfriend. She knows this because she saw enough of him in that place many a times before. She knows what he will do to her, but she needs money. There is a pile of bills and she has a drinking problem. She needs to do laundry and vacuum the floor.
She comes around in 5 and he asks, totally out of courtesy, how she was. Out of courtesy she says fine, great, not bad actually, how about you. He explains the money situation to her and how much she will get. He and her would talk some more about realistic figures and she is ready to leave. He leans towards her to say something nice about her face, and the phone rings. A phone call at 2345 is serious and he knows it is. He says he thinks he has to get this and she susses who it is from. The caller is calling to say hi, and starts asking how is his flat. He is puffing like a magic dragon and says it is OK and he is tired. The caller starts asking questions and he is trying to end the call but cannot. He says the caller is being ridiculous and he repeats himself to calm the caller down but she hears the caller being hysterical and would not budge. He keeps asking the caller what is the point of the call. He told her to sleep, sleep well. He hangs up the phone and comes back to her.
He tells that the caller suspects about her being there. She asks why the caller would know about her. He rephrases that the caller suspects that someone would be here. She says she is, and he laughs.
He is never in a relationship and every time she sees him he is conveniently on a break. He has been on a break as long as she knew him, which is about 4 years now. She does not like being there and she is done talking money so she is leaving. She wants to open up that cheap rose wine and sleep like the dead. He wants her to stay. They wrestle and his pants come down. Very familiar scene it was and she even knows what to do and she skilfully escapes. Better keep them wanting some than having them satisfied when there is a large sum of money involved. She goes home and locks the door, switching the shower and the door bell rings. It is the second bell so it must be the postman. She knows what to do...
