Brooklyn shouted as she stood in the door way in her black tank top and pink pajama shorts with her long black hair up in a messy bun. Her cobalt eyes carried bags beneath them that said I must have woken her. I tiptoed a little further into our darkened apartment. I thought if I could get past her I could get away without the lecture, especially since I brought home the man whose name escaped me. “Tuesday? No wait it is after midnight so that makes it Wednesday, I think,” I stated with a chuckle. “Not the day, the time!” Brooklyn had that crinkle in her forehead that said she was pissed. “March,” I snorted and then couldn’t hold back the incessant laughter that followed. “Who the hell is this?” Brooklyn asked pointing to the man I had brought home. “He’s my next fuck up,” I slurred my words, and then it seemed my brain wanted to function so I shouted to answer her first question. “4am. I think. Maybe.” I dropped the heels I was carrying to the floor and let go of the strange man’s hand I was holding.
