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“Fucking Bowie,” I muttered right before I answered. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Um…” He groaned over the phone, his breathing slightly erratic. “Fuck, I think I’m in Vegas.”
“You’re what?” I snapped. I flung the door open just to check on everything. Looking around, everything looked in order, but I was reminded of all the shit I still had to do.
“Can you not shout? Fuck, my head is pounding.”
“Why the fuck are you in Vegas? You’re supposed to be at the shop. It’s eight in the morning!”
“Hey, don’t you dare put this on me. You’re the one that flung Carly at me last night.”
I paused, thinking that over again. “Bowie, look around you. What do you see?”
He sighed heavily. “Do I really have to look around? The light is so bright.”
“Yes, you have to do it. Open your fucking eyes and look around.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. Fabric rustled on the other end. “Um…there are flowers on the floor.”
“Like a bouquet of them?”
“No, just the petals.” His voice was rough with sleep. He was probably still drunk off his ass.
“Okay, flowers. What else do you see?”
“Seriously? Why are you doing this to me? I’m sorry I missed work, but this is fucking torture, making me walk around the room when I feel like shit.”
“Just check around you. Maybe in the bed.”
“In the bed? Why would I look in the bed?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Drunk Bowie was not easy to deal with. I should have remembered this from when we were on leave, but there are some things you try to forget.
“Just do it, Bowie!”
“Alright, alright! Stop shouting at—” He gasped, then stumbled. I heard him tripping over furniture and wouldn’t be surprised if someone called in a noise complaint. “Oh God. There’s someone in my bed!”
“Does she have blonde hair?” I asked, glad we were finally getting there.
“Um…do I have to look? I don’t have a stick!” he hissed.
“You don’t need a stick. Just man up and walk over there. Pull back the sheets and see who’s there.”
“Fuck, I really hate you.”
“That makes two of us,” I muttered. While he was making his way over to the bed, I locked up and headed to my truck. I had to be back in an hour, and walking Bowie through his drunken Vegas morning was more work than I was used to.
“Alright, I’m about to remove the sheet.”
“Just do it,” I snapped.
“Fuck, okay.”
I heard his sharp intake of breath as the fabric rustled, then I heard his padded foot steps as he most likely rushed out of the room. A door slammed in the background and then he was breathing heavily into the phone.
“Fuck, it’s Carly.”
“Is she alive?”
