Don would be too busy, but she bet Jack or one of the junk pic dudes would gladly do it for her.
Gia let her breasts drop from her hands and she walked over to her vanity. She lifted her phone and shut off location in her settings. She realized she was standing naked by her window, so she turned off her light.
She used the glow of her phone to find her way to the bed. The dress gave an odd shimmer in the darkness and shallow, blue blaze from her phone. She could almost imagine a body sprawled on the floor of the bedroom in that dress.
Gia laid down and knew she must be exhausted physically and emotionally because her bed was not as comfortable as it felt in that moment.
She woke up the next morning naked and staring at the ceiling. She realized in the morning light that she had forgotten to check the closets. She was still holding the phone in one hand and the pink hat in the other.
Her memory tried to tell her that she hadn’t been holding the hat when she fell asleep. Gia got up and held her aching head between the heels of her hands. She had not drank enough the night before to feel like this. Her calves were trying to cramp up on her and gave her an odd gate as she walked. She went to take a shower because she smelled as bad as the neighborhood.
Gia checked the phone and had no new messages from Don or Jack. She set her phone aside and put on the hat. Gia turned on the shower waiting as she wore nothing but her pink hat and falling curl ringlets. She took a cigarette out of a nearly empty pack by the sink and held it between her lips seeing how long she could go before she lit it.
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