Mimi sat her purse down on the small end table beside her bed and looked over at the blinking red number on her answering machine. She pressed the play button and began to get undressed.
"Mimi, this is Charles. I just called to see if we still had plans for dinner on Sunday. Anyway, I hope you'll call me back. And if you've forgotten, my number is 555-1492."
Mimi opened her closet door and pulled her gown off of a hanger. She sat it down on her bed and took off her bra and panties. She picked her gown back up and walked out of her bedroom and into her bathroom.
"Mimi, this is Charles again. I just wanted to see if you had gotten home yet. I guess not. Or maybe you're just not answering your phone. If you are home, pick up. I guess not. I'll call you back."
Mimi opened up the small cabinets under her sink and pulled a wash rag and towel. She shut the small doors and placed her towel on the table she kept in her bathroom and placed the wash rag on the side of her tub. She turned the knobs and warm water began to pur out of her faucet.
"Meems, this is Andi. I just called to remind you about your big job tonight. Don't be late."
Mimi sat on the edge of her bathtub and dipped her fingers into the water slowly filling up inside. She turned the knobs and the water stopped flowing. She put both of her feet into the moderately deep water and slowly slid into the tub. She closed her eyes and began to relax in the warm water.
Jason poured the rest of the bottle of scotch into his cup and took a large swig of it. The pressures of his job were getting to him.
He was only twenty-one, he wasn't supposed to be the head of a major corporation, he was supposed to be out getting drunk and having a good time with people his age, not getting stuck in business meetings with middle-aged men that lasted until the early hours of the morning.
He sat the cup down and walked back to the same window he had been standing at earlier that evening. He placed on the glass and watched cars pass by every few seconds, several hundreds of stories below where he was standing.
He flung around and knocked the glass of scotch and several pieces of paper off of his desk. He fell back against the wall and began to sob. He couldn't get her off of his mind. Not since she left him almost two years ago.
Every day and night he thought. She was all he could think about. Every day he had regretted how he had treated her while they had been together. The way he was unfaithful to her; the way he was always putting her down. He knew he was the reason she had left and there was nothing he could ever do to change anything he did.
He was brought back to reality by the sound of his phone ringing. "Hello?" he asked into the receiver.
"Hey, Jase!" the voice replied.
"Who is this?" Jason asked, rubbing the stray tears off of his cheeks.
"Phillip, you know, your best friend?"
"Jesus Christ, Phillip do you know what time it is down here?"
"Sure do," Phillip replied. "You'll never guess where I am right now."
"Gee, lemme guess, London, Paris. No, no, maybe... New York?"
"Bingo! And guess who's with me."
"I don't know, who?"
"Shawn, Kevin and Brady."
"Wow, I can hardly contain my giddiness. What do I owe the honor of you all coming to visit me?"
"We all had nothing to do, so we decided to come and surprise you."
"What a surprise."
"And, we're going to take you somewhere, I think you'll really enjoy, tonight."
"Where?"
"Some little strip club called the Stink Finger."
Mimi put on her tiny, blue night gown and slipped into her bed. She set her alarm clock, turned off her lamp and quickly fell asleep.