Post by bard on Aug 21, 2011 10:05:40 GMT -5
She must have moved because the moment her leg brushed against his thigh he was awake. Morning was a rosy colored skyline that hung in the distance like a painted screens. Boxy buildings stood blacken like stumpy teeth against the orange zest of the horizon. The fuzziness in his jaw and in his head made the edges of his vision swim like shoals of fish. His tongue felt as if he'd feathered his mouth with goose quills all night long. His arms were heavy and leaden. He squeezed his fingers to set a'flowing again. He needed coffee, he decided, before the hangover staged a coup and wrecked him for the day. He got up and followed the trail of discarded clothes to the kitchen.
He brought his face up from the skin full of water when the phone rang, a soft warble in the undercurrent. The coffee was percolating, building like a climax in a steel top coffee maker. The sound of it's churning or the bring bring of the phone didn't seem to wake her. She must have mentioned she was a heavy sleeper sometime in the night, but Jason couldn't remember exactly when. In any case, he would wake her when the eggs were ready. The future eggs he had not yet thought to make.
The phone rang again, beeping, shuttering, crying out. He walked over to the desk in the corner and folded into the chair as he picked up the receiver. " Bard Investigation..." He said in a high, wheely, nasally voice to disguise his own. "...this is Tony. How can I help you?"
He listened then said, in the same half-congested whine, " Okay, one moment please."
He pulled the phone away from his ears, placing it down on the desk and stared outside. The sun was rising over and around the corner of the tenement across the way. A bright red-orange tangerine, filling the sky, naked of clouds but dimmed by Gotham smog that shattered the back of the light and bent it like balloon animals.
He picked up the phone. " Hello. Bard Investigation. Jason Bard speaking, how may I help you?"
He brought his face up from the skin full of water when the phone rang, a soft warble in the undercurrent. The coffee was percolating, building like a climax in a steel top coffee maker. The sound of it's churning or the bring bring of the phone didn't seem to wake her. She must have mentioned she was a heavy sleeper sometime in the night, but Jason couldn't remember exactly when. In any case, he would wake her when the eggs were ready. The future eggs he had not yet thought to make.
The phone rang again, beeping, shuttering, crying out. He walked over to the desk in the corner and folded into the chair as he picked up the receiver. " Bard Investigation..." He said in a high, wheely, nasally voice to disguise his own. "...this is Tony. How can I help you?"
He listened then said, in the same half-congested whine, " Okay, one moment please."
He pulled the phone away from his ears, placing it down on the desk and stared outside. The sun was rising over and around the corner of the tenement across the way. A bright red-orange tangerine, filling the sky, naked of clouds but dimmed by Gotham smog that shattered the back of the light and bent it like balloon animals.
He picked up the phone. " Hello. Bard Investigation. Jason Bard speaking, how may I help you?"