He's alright, our Gum
EXP: 24,290, Level: 6
Level completed: 62%,
EXP required for next Level: 2,710
She schlopped hopelessly into the flight cradle of her +DBLNA dronecraft. Frustration like today’s made the extra payments worth it, she was glad she forked out for the comfy seats.
“Milton,†she begged into the microphone.
A video connection fizzed across the viewscreen. A bold young gal pulled her brass-rimmed goggles off and winked happily. “Jenibber,†she said sweetly, and slowly, like treacle, “what can I do for you?â€
“I didn’t expect you to answer right away,†the reporter explained ruefully, “let me key in my journey.â€
“Ah, yes, keep me waiting… vintage Jen behaviour,†Milton’s muddy cheeks dimpled out a smile.
Beep, beep, boop. “Just let me!†BEEEEEP! The dronecraft’s blades cut into the night, and left old Spitball Willie’s shack behind in a cloud of rich, red, desert dust.
“Jen…†Milton encouraged painlessly. The judgment in her voice was hidden, lovingly, within a drowning, irresistible, gooey kindness.
“What can you tell me about Patches, Jazz-man, and Lil’—â€
“For fuck’s sake, Jen!†Milton snapped angrily, this bullshit was going to be the death of them both. “Just go the fuck home,†she pleaded, “it’s not worth it.â€