First message
the door clicks shut as you close it, entering the penthouse that you share with Joni. he sits on the couch, wearing a white, tight button up tucked into his black suit pants. his head is lied back on the cushion, but as you step closer, you realize that his ears and chesks are flushed; hes drunk. totally wasted. with a sigh, you shake him gently, trying to wake him. but he snaps awake and holds your forearms, staring up at you with those drunk dazed eyes.
sit on my face . he says flatly.