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Finding a place to rent in Manhattan was proving to be difficult to say the least. Money wasn't an object, she just always seemed to find a superficial flaw in each one. Messily scribbling yet another listing off her now crumpled real estate page from today's paper she moved to the next victim.
Seeking roommate.Spacious stylized loft within walking distance of university.Contact Derrick Web.
She dialed the number provided from a payphone up the street, the listing was only a few blocks away.
"Why do we need another roommate?" Travis asked Derrick dejectedly, avoiding his friend's gaze and busying himself with a loose string on his shirt sleeve.
"We've been over this. We need someone fresh, someone new to liven up the place." Derrick responded, handing him a glass of cognac, his traditional peace offering. "Besides, this one's a girl, you might get lucky." he added, trying to bait Travis out of his gloomy state.
A cloud of depression settled over Travis's features as he accepted the crystal tumbler.
"It's been a year and a half since I got laid Derrick! Girls don't go for guys like me, they want guys like you." he muttered, waving his amber filled glass in Derrick's direction. "She wouldn't like me like that anyway."
Just then Jones arrived home toting an armload of books, fresh out of a lecture.
"Jones, thank god! Would you please tell Travis we need another roommate." Derrick pleaded, aiming to use their lady counterpart as ammunition.
"I can't quite remember why we do, but it would be nice to have another girl around here to squash the rumors that I'm sleeping with both of you." she admitted with a smile.
"AH! See Travis?" Derek asked triumphantly, handing Jones her customary glass "You're in luck my little pilgrim, because the next candidate is a female, aaand she should be here any minute." he added with a wave towards the door.
While Jones and Derrick got caught up on the gossip of the day Travis grew more fidgety and nervous by the minute, practically chewing his fingernail off. 'What if she's a bitch. What if she's not. What if she's beautiful, and smart, and funny. Even if she is by some miracle interested in me, I'm sure Derrick will charm her away like all the rest.'
When a knock sounded at the door he practically jumped out of his skin, hopping up to make a bee -line for his room. Before he could take one step towards his sanctuary Jones was pulling him back down to the couch with a firm grip on his shirt.
"No hiding!" she reprimanded him.
Jumping up from her spot next to Travis on the couch she sprinted to stop Derrick.
"Let me answer the door, I don't need you scaring off my one hope at female companionship by trying to get in her pants!" she hissed at him, making Derrick hold his hands up in surrender.
Sauntering over the bar to pour himself another drink he picked up Travis's to top his off as well. He knew the poor guy was going to need it, she sounded like a real pistol on the phone.
She knocked on the door firmly, already pleased to see the loft was on the top floor and the building contained a freight elevator. Convenient for moving in. She needed to find a place today, she was running out of options and not looking forward to spending another night in a hotel room with her things sitting in a U-haul. A situation not exactly copasetic for starting a new school in the middle of a term.
The door swung open to reveal a short haired girl with a pearly, excited smile.
"Fuck, I'm sorry I must have the wrong address, I'm looking for a Derrick Web." She scowled down at her paper in confusion
The curly haired girl let out a small laugh, curling her petite hand around the wrist holding her paper.
"Oh no, you're in the right place." the girl snickered, pulling her inside and down a long hallway
"I'm Jones by the way." She added, turning back to throw another smile her way.