Your phone vibrated loudly on your desk, you looked around before picking up and answering.
"I drink to forget her."
You let out a heavy, annoyed sigh at the slurred voice coming from your phone's speaker.
"It's ten in the morning! Why are you drinking and why are you still calling me?"
"I drink to forget her but all the drink does is force me to miss her. I don't forget her, I forget the hell she puts me through."
He sniffed loudly through the receiver and wiped at his runny nose.
"What's your name? Because I may as well add you to my contacts because it's seems I'm just your drunk dial."
" FP. FP Jones."
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4 AM 》 fp jones
FanfictionGotta stop picking up these drunk calls cause it's getting boring "Hey, it's FP." {Phone call au}
