Gwen tried waking me up early, and I attempted to get my brain going enough to reply to her, possibly even get out of bed, but my body just wasn’t having it. I could feel the waves of exhaustion washing over me as my eyes fluttered open, became heavy instantly, and closed, sending me back into dreamland.
It was three hours before I woke, groggy and needing to relieve myself that I finally rose from the bed and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. I returned to the bedroom to get dressed as I heard Gwen working downstairs on one of her many projects.
“Are you up?” Gwen called.
“Yeah, I’ll be right down,” I replied as I put on my shirt and pants.
I clumsily descended the stairs, landing heavily on each step, “Tell me there is coffee?” I asked as I reached the landing.
“Did you have fun last night?” Gwen prodded.
I scowled at her before approaching the coffee maker, “I’ve had better times…”
“Well, your mascara is running, your hair is pointing west, and thank you for the present,” she said as she dropped a heavy bag on the table. “Also, Billy wants to talk to us today. I think he has a job in mind.”
“Do we have to?” I protested, “I don’t like Billy. He’s an asshole.”
“He’s a high paying asshole,” Gwen said.
“Only because he wants to fuck you,” I muttered, filling a cup with the magical black liquid. “I think the world would be better off without him…”
“We can kill him once he stops paying so well,” Gwen said, as I heard her unzip her bag, “You got me a flamethrower?! I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
“I got it at a good price last night,” I replied sipping my drink.
“Free, I just killed the guy struggling to light me on fire,” I smiled.
“You went out to the club and had a guy try to light you on fire?” she asked.
“It’s a long story, but yes,” I winked.