"hello?"
"thank-fucking-god. ira, you've got to help―"
"you've reached ira dewan. please leave a message after the beep."
" f u c k ."
"however, if this is adrian macintyre..."
"i hate you so much right now."
"you have no idea how many creepy-slash-drunk calls i get. go on, lover boy."
"i need you to keep me awake for the next five hours."
"..."
"architectural plans, ira. get your mind out of the gutter."
"too bad. i was already planning on wearing my victoria's secret thong paired with an equally sensual and skimpy bra..."
" i r a ."
"hold on, hold on. did you just say that y o u study a r c h i t e c t u r e ?"
"and she kills the mood. yeah, i've got to submit the plans tomorrow."
"adrian, it's two thirty-six in the morning."
"..."
"what are the golden words?"
"please, ira."
"i said words, not word. as in, p l u r a l ."
"fine...ira's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. and they're like, it's better than adrian's. damn right, it's better than adrian's..."
i meant 'pretty pretty please', but this will do, i guess."
"ira!"
"give me your address. i'm coming over."
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laundry love [completed]
Short Storyl a u n d r y : /ˈlɔːndri/ noun / the act of masturbation and/or having sex. [urban dictionary] little snippets of conversation between adrian macintyre: a spoiled boy who doesn't know the difference between detergent and bleach; and ira dewan: a f...