#morganconway

MEG >>>MORG 🐟

“No, I’m not kidding,” Dana shook her head at the memory as she stood from the table, tucking her pen away. “Locked down for hours in some godforsaken airport out in the Midwest. One light drizzle and they grounded every plane. I almost missed the rally. That would’ve been rich of me, featured speaker bailing on wage equality. But the bus got me there, and I only threw up once from the carsickness. I’ll never say a bad thing about Greyhound again.” The story was a few years old but she was telling Morgan for the first time; Dana had forgotten how wild her life used to be before she settled into her current job. She was kept busy of course, but a different kind of busy. 

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“Can't you just relax and let me read this?” Val grumbled, twisting her body over the back of their couch in an attempt to keep the DVD case out of Morgan’s reach. Her knee came dangerously close to clocking Jason in the face and she stuck her tongue out a little as she read the description of the movie she’d dug out from a shelf in Morgan’s room. “I just want to make sure one of them doesn’t die. Sad movies ruin movie night,” she explained. “By the way, I get two votes on this since I made dinner.”

meg >>> morgan

If Dana had her way, she would have gone to just one Halloween party tonight, the one thrown by Screen Gems with some big shot DJ atop a high rise in downtown Wilmington. Exclusivity meant safety and the advantage of knowing everyone there. But she didn’t intend on staying at the apartment on Bros Street for long, just until she found who she was looking for. Dana’s curiosity had sparked the moment she stumbled upon the Facebook event, a familiar name across the digital invitation. “Been a while, Ms. Conway,” she said, warmth easily creeping into her tone as the other woman approached. “But I’d still recognize you anywhere.”