Chapter 6
"Wake up bitch!"
Darcy groaned as her speakerphone came on and the sound of Simon's voice boomed throughout the room.
"Come on Darce, you've gotta get out of the house and moping and all that! You'll get wrinkles and turn into a bag of bones. I know you think it's all Salingerian to become a total recluse, but it's not going to help. You've got to go out, you've gotta PARTAY!"
Darcy buried her head under the pillow to drown out the sound of her insistent friend. It was only 7:00 pm but she was tired from a day of sewing and attempted industry. She had been to the store today and was given a big order for a pair of pants that sold well, so she really wasn't in the mood to be unproductive.
However, after listening to Simon rant on and on and on about getting a social life and going out to distract her from her issues and how there were going to be a lot of hot guys to wherever they were going to go tonight she relented. She knew that Simon was completely enchanted by the sound of his voice and would continue his little monologue even if she didn't reply so she picked up the phone just to end the noise.
"That's my girl! Come on, get dressed I'll pick you up in half an hour." He sounded really pleased that she answered.
"Simon, I can't! I'm brooding. You just interrupted a very nice session of brooding and I'd like to get back to that."
"Sweetie, staring at a wall and brooding is not going to solve anything."
"Neither is going out to get sauced with you!"
"You're missing the point. Why be miserable by yourself when you can be miserable in a roomful of hot men? Plus, it's free booze. Some sort of art show or something and they're having a little poetry reading. You can bring some of your stuff and you can take center stage."
Darcy shifted a bit, slightly interested. "Fine, pick me up in half an hour Simon."
"Honey, how many times to I have to tell you, it's Simon-e."
"Alright Simone. Don't be late or I'll kick your ass."
"Idle threats will get you nowhere! I'll see you, sweetie, darling."
And that was how Darcy was persuaded to go out for another night of debauchery.
"Wake up bitch!"
Darcy groaned as her speakerphone came on and the sound of Simon's voice boomed throughout the room.
"Come on Darce, you've gotta get out of the house and moping and all that! You'll get wrinkles and turn into a bag of bones. I know you think it's all Salingerian to become a total recluse, but it's not going to help. You've got to go out, you've gotta PARTAY!"
Darcy buried her head under the pillow to drown out the sound of her insistent friend. It was only 7:00 pm but she was tired from a day of sewing and attempted industry. She had been to the store today and was given a big order for a pair of pants that sold well, so she really wasn't in the mood to be unproductive.
However, after listening to Simon rant on and on and on about getting a social life and going out to distract her from her issues and how there were going to be a lot of hot guys to wherever they were going to go tonight she relented. She knew that Simon was completely enchanted by the sound of his voice and would continue his little monologue even if she didn't reply so she picked up the phone just to end the noise.
"That's my girl! Come on, get dressed I'll pick you up in half an hour." He sounded really pleased that she answered.
"Simon, I can't! I'm brooding. You just interrupted a very nice session of brooding and I'd like to get back to that."
"Sweetie, staring at a wall and brooding is not going to solve anything."
"Neither is going out to get sauced with you!"
"You're missing the point. Why be miserable by yourself when you can be miserable in a roomful of hot men? Plus, it's free booze. Some sort of art show or something and they're having a little poetry reading. You can bring some of your stuff and you can take center stage."
Darcy shifted a bit, slightly interested. "Fine, pick me up in half an hour Simon."
"Honey, how many times to I have to tell you, it's Simon-e."
"Alright Simone. Don't be late or I'll kick your ass."
"Idle threats will get you nowhere! I'll see you, sweetie, darling."
And that was how Darcy was persuaded to go out for another night of debauchery.