Page 19 of Jace 4Ever
After the shower, I threw on a pair of sweats, the hell with boxers, and a T-shirt. I kept a small fridge for water, drinks, and snacks, and grabbed myself a water. I flicked on the music, selecting the soundtrack to Renegade for Hire for the mood and grabbed the script I had dropped on the desk earlier. Curling up on the couch, I started redlining the shit out of it.
The beats were salvageable. The plot line was not. This was going to take a while.
Jace:Hi.
Nelson: Hey, sexy.
Jace: Wow, you really did text me back.
Nelson: Of course. I was serious about seeing you again.
Jace: Wow.
Nelson: Is that really so shocking?
Jace: I guess not, maybe?
Nelson: What have you been up to this week?
Jace: Job from Hell.
Nelson: Not good?
The little dots bounced, disappeared. Bounced again. Did that a few times.
Jace: This job is an obligation. I don’t like it, but I have no way out of it.
I didn’t like the sound of that.
Nelson: Are you in trouble?
Jace: No. This is how I’m paying penance for stupidity.
Didn’t like that either, but I wasn’t going to push. I changed the subject.
Nelson: Busy this weekend?
Jace: Nope.
Nelson: I have the script for Xavier Renegade 4. I’m rewriting it. Wanna help?
Jace: What? For real?
Nelson: It’s a fucking mess. I could use someone to bounce ideas off of, even if you don’t want to help with the rewrite.
Jace: Nelson. You’re serious. You want my help with rewriting a script that you’re going to star in?
Nelson: …yes.
Jace: Holy shit YES.
Nelson: LOL, okay. Wanna come over for dinner, and we’ll go from there?
Jace: Yes, what time?
Nelson: Whenever you’re off work tomorrow.
Jace: I’m off at 3, it’ll take an hour to get to…
I shot him my address.
Jace: Got it. Easy.
Nelson: Jace?
Jace: Yes?
Nelson: Bring a toothbrush. And wear the panties.
