| Miami, Monday morning |
[25 Mar 2008|01:33am] |
*Andy taps his foot impatiently. Mardy wanted to meet him, asked him to be there, on time, he stressed the on time. Now the hypocrite was a half hour late. Andy was on his second cup of coffee and fifth autograph. He was angry, he could be spending this time with Roger, or sleeping, he did just get off a plane and almost come directly to the small coffee shop. Mardy knew all of that through a series of threatening text messages.*
This is fucking ridiculous.
*He mumbles it hoping that no one can hear him while he pulls out his phone. No new messages. He sends another nasty text to Mardy and plans to leave soon if his friend doesn't show up.*
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| Miami, afternoon. |
[25 Mar 2008|10:57pm] |
*Andy is bubbling from his excitement. He had left the hotel and gone downtown the second he left Mardy’s room. He was to locked onto the idea to put it off any longer. Walking into the adult store hadn’t been easy and he was paranoid. The looks he got when he wandered around for over and hour finding things didn’t help either. Now, with everything including the collar he was excited and just needed to see Roger.*
Babe? Are you back yet?
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