"You got that right." Corynne agreed.
Andy sat up and hit his head with his hands. He let out a groan. "Why do you have to be so.... So sexy? I mean... Ugh. Fuck."
"Fuck. Is that all you have to say?"
"Fuck."
"Stop it. You said it enough earlier."
Andy lay back down. "Did I ever tell you I think you have an extremely cute accent"
"Subject change."
"You sound so... Posh."
She sat up and looked at him, the sheet clutched tightly to her chest. "No. I'm not 'posh'"
He scoffed. "Then I'm a leprechaun."
"So be it. I'm articulate."
"'Articulate'?"
"Yes. I speak properly. Posh is all... Champagne bars and... Butlers."
He chuckled and stretched his arms upwards. "fine. But you're fighting a losing battle, baby. Hey, we should do this again sometime."
"Maybe."
Then, they heard the front door unlock. "Fuck."

Jinxx was wasted. Completely wasted. Which meant Sammi had to put him into bed, giving Andy time to make a quick escape. Corynne sighed and attacked the bed face first. It still smelt of Andy, and there were traces of paint where it had been sweated off. Great. The sheets had to be washed, as they were all sweaty and sticky and gross. She loaded them into the machine and put it on a quick wash. She, once again, attacked the bed, contemplating.

At breakfast, she walked in to see Jinxx eating cereal, hung-over. "Morning." He grunted.
"Morning, Mr. ICantControlMyDrinking."
"Mm. Oh, you got a text, by the way."
"Oh... Thanks." I checked my phone. Andy.
'Babe, I miss you already x

Corynne thought for a moment.
'8:00 tonight. Your place?'

A second later, she received a reply,
'Sounds perfect x'