Raeh stumbled into his apartment, slick with rain and totally, blindingly drunk. He had been in the club after a gig with Spam and Nick, and there had ben a fight, a drinking contest, and a chick . . . Not necessarily in that order. He laughed, and then cursed at the door as he kept missing the lock with the key.
Finally he made it in and tried to close the door. Missed. Missed again. With a loud WHAM it closed and an abstract concrete sculpture fell off of his coffee table. Oops.
He pulled a towel out of the linen closet with the intention of drying off, but discovered he was still wearing clothes. Well, most of them. He stripped to his boxers and threw the rest out onto the balcony with the vague idea they would dry faster outside. (It was still raining.)
Raeh giggled like a maniac as he slipped across the now wet tile floor, sliding and crashing into walls.
Atra phased into the room, taking a seat in a modern-style chair of bright steel and matte black plastic and watched him walk into walls and laugh. �Hello, beautiful.�
�Who is it?� Raeh fell flat on his back and looked around, seeing stars and vainly trying to grab them.
�Raeh,� She said, her expression pained, �You are drunk.� She paused a moment, and grinning wickedly, added, �But you are a cute drunk.�
Raeh snickered. �And you�re a fun one. How the hell are you? You look gorgeous, gorgeous.� At last the stars had disappeared. He held his head up and grinned at her.
Atra frowned slightly. �I presume things here are going well, since you and five other agents in the city are three sheets to the wind.� Shaking her head, she sighed. �Tossing those sheets to the wind.�
�Sheets? I have some very nice sheets . . .� He paused, shook his head a little, trying to remember the rest of what Atra had said. �Oh, they�re fine. The agents, � he amended. �Everything�s fine. Fine. You�re fine, too.� He laughed again.
�. . . I�ll call again when you�re capable of straight conversation.� She stood and smoothed her short sleek black dress.
�Come and find out how straight a conversation I�m capable of,� he said archly, and winked suggestively. He tried to sit up, and failed, but managed to roll over.
Atra chuckled. �Not tonight.� She disappeared.
�Aww, shit.� She�s mad at me again. Big fat foot in mouth. I just pulled a... What�s his name? An Ashton. Wait. She thinks you�re cute. I think I�m cute too. No, wait, I think she�s cute. �Damned if I don�t. No . . . Actually, I�ll be damned if I do, right? No, that�s not it. Already damned. Shit!� He was talking to the floor. Floor? He must have tripped. Trip, hah! �Life�s a t-trip, gimme another,� he hiccupped, �hit.� He rolled back over and managed to sit up. �I have an idea,� he proclaimed to the air. �I�m going to sleep sitting up.� With that, he passed out and fell over, stone deaf to the world.