“Rent’s due in two weeks.” The words were distant and muffled and entirely unwelcome. “Con Ed’s gonna cut the electric on the twenty-seventh, too.” It was too early for this.
Too early to care about this. He didn’t want to care about it, either. “Dan get the fuck up.” But he wasn’t going to stop. Not until the money came. Which was fair. Annoying. But fair.
He scratched a hand back through his hair, turning his face away from the pillow he’d currently been buried in. Blearily attempting to focus in on his roommate’s face.
No such luck, but he thought he at least must have been looking in the right direction. “I get paid tomorrow.” About as much as he could promise.
Ryan just stood there looking as pissed as ever. Dan absently wondered if he’d
seen that guy smile... “Yeah? Is that gonna be enough to pay anything?” The only reason he was asking was because he knew it wasn’t.
And although Dan couldn’t really see more than the fuzzy outline of his body, he saw that equally fuzzy arm reach out to tip the bong on the bedside table just slightly.
“Or are you just gonna use it for more weed?”
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