“right here.” he rolls his window down and lets the biting winter air in as the black town car slows and approaches the curb. he glances up and spies other’s silhouette in the window above, pulls out a joint and lights it, needs something to take the edge off between keys. ‘here’ - he sends the text off quick and careless, nothing they’d agreed on before hand, but he’s just spent the evening going through the motions of courting the pretty thing he’s supposed to play suitor to at her debut this fall, and he has to blow off some steam tonight, or it’ll kill him. all night long, through the dinner with her and the drinks afterwards among the young men of her family, playing straight, he’s been helpless to get one man off his mind, and he gave the address to his driver once freed before he’d even known what he was doing. now he waits, checks his reflection in the mirror and rubs the lipstick off his neck, runs a hand through his ruffled hair.