Friday, May 25, 2007
Masonry, Apartment Hunter
2:33 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
"More coffee, Mase?"
He looked up from the newspaper. "Oh, hey, Shel - sure."
She looked over his shoulder. "You're looking for an apartment?"
"Yeah, in Talos. They're expensive."
"That's cuz heroes are making money hand over fist over with the consignment shops."
"Yeah. Some." He winced at paying out his entire savings account for some "goo" that was worthless. He was so angry with himself that he boycotted buying anything any more from the consignment shop, and he promised himself that he would not put up anything for sale for that high of an amount. Ever.
Frosty would want to be near the consignment shop, because he did stuff for his dad there all the time. He glanced at the clock again, only ten minutes after he last looked at it. He was concerned about the vampire bite, although Jack told him that kind of thing happened all the time. "If you believed half the crap they say about vampires, you wouldn't go outside."
He debated again, Should I call him now?
No, he likes his sleep.
Mase looked back down at the classifieds. TI: Bankers Row 2br overlook Spankys, close to everything. $4K mo. lease 4018837720.
Hm. . . that number. . . He looked in his phone book, and laughed in surprise. The last digit was off, but it could be part of an office network - he called it. "AF Publishing."
"I'm calling in response to an ad for an apartment."
"One moment."
He waited, heard the clicking of lines, then a man's voice came on. "Conti."
"Tell."
There was silence for a moment. "Who's this?"
"Masonry."
"You're the one calling about the apartment?"
"I sure am."
"Sweet. Want to come look at it?"
"I'll come, but then I'll have to get my roomie to look again."
"If you like it, I'll reserve it so your roomie can look at it. I know who you are, Mase."
"Yeah, but I'm not as rich as you."
He laughed. "We can haggle about price later. See you in... fifteen?"
"Twenty."
"Done."
It wasn't a bad apartment, and Masonry killed two hours bullshitting with the man he knew as Tell, the Guardian Angel of Bloody Bay - so he termed himself. It was now ten o'clock, and Masonry could hold himself back no longer.
He called Frosty.
He looked up from the newspaper. "Oh, hey, Shel - sure."
She looked over his shoulder. "You're looking for an apartment?"
"Yeah, in Talos. They're expensive."
"That's cuz heroes are making money hand over fist over with the consignment shops."
"Yeah. Some." He winced at paying out his entire savings account for some "goo" that was worthless. He was so angry with himself that he boycotted buying anything any more from the consignment shop, and he promised himself that he would not put up anything for sale for that high of an amount. Ever.
Frosty would want to be near the consignment shop, because he did stuff for his dad there all the time. He glanced at the clock again, only ten minutes after he last looked at it. He was concerned about the vampire bite, although Jack told him that kind of thing happened all the time. "If you believed half the crap they say about vampires, you wouldn't go outside."
He debated again, Should I call him now?
No, he likes his sleep.
Mase looked back down at the classifieds. TI: Bankers Row 2br overlook Spankys, close to everything. $4K mo. lease 4018837720.
Hm. . . that number. . . He looked in his phone book, and laughed in surprise. The last digit was off, but it could be part of an office network - he called it. "AF Publishing."
"I'm calling in response to an ad for an apartment."
"One moment."
He waited, heard the clicking of lines, then a man's voice came on. "Conti."
"Tell."
There was silence for a moment. "Who's this?"
"Masonry."
"You're the one calling about the apartment?"
"I sure am."
"Sweet. Want to come look at it?"
"I'll come, but then I'll have to get my roomie to look again."
"If you like it, I'll reserve it so your roomie can look at it. I know who you are, Mase."
"Yeah, but I'm not as rich as you."
He laughed. "We can haggle about price later. See you in... fifteen?"
"Twenty."
"Done."
It wasn't a bad apartment, and Masonry killed two hours bullshitting with the man he knew as Tell, the Guardian Angel of Bloody Bay - so he termed himself. It was now ten o'clock, and Masonry could hold himself back no longer.
He called Frosty.
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