The bright sunlight peeked through the murky white drapes, causing her to crankily open her eyes. "Goddamit!" She shouted, slowly pushing herself into a sitting position. Her room was empty and the door was closed, so obviously it wasn’t one of Jack’s ten ways to piss Mel off. Groaning, she got to her feet and walked over her to her window, closing the drapes so there was no more sun peeking through. Not that it mattered now. She was up, and her body had no desire to let her go back to sleep. Lazily, she made her way out to the kitchen to make herself a pot of coffee. Before she had gone to sleep the night before, she had figured Jack had seen Billy and Mr. Littrell out, but from the looks of Billy’s coat and keys still thrown casually on the kitchen chair and table she figured he was still there. In Jack’s room no doubts.

She was thankful they didn’t make too much noise though. She didn’t want to admit it, or even think that her best friend was a slut whore. More like a slut to her work. She’d sleep with anything to get her a place in the art world. Truthfully, in a way, she didn’t blame her. It’s not like she was completely innocent either. Occasionally she had to perform a few sexual favors herself when trying to sell a screenplay. Hey, it wasn’t honest work. Nothing in New York was, so why try to hide from it. It wasn’t so bad; some of her clients if you wished to put it that way, were pretty good in bed, so it didn’t matter. She just didn’t expose herself as much as Jack did, only because Jack got more work.

Hell, she was lazy she knew. But its not like she HAD to find a promising career. She had an excuse, and damned if she didn’t have the right to thoroughly enjoy her life. She wished she could live up to that excuse though. She hadn’t been having very much fun lately.

Jack’s bedroom door opening caused her to turn and see Billy emerge from the bedroom in wrinkled trousers, and a half-buttoned dress shirt, his tie lying crumbled around his neck. He looked at her scratching his head. His wavy, black hair falling over his brown eyes. Okay, she didn’t want to admit it. Billy was a pretty desirable guy, and maybe Jack wasn’t just sleeping with him so he would bring her more clients. "So how was last night?" She asked him, but stopped short when she saw none other than Mr. Littrell emerging from the bedroom as well. He was fully clothed, jacket and all, but his clothes appeared to be more wrinkled than Billy’s was. Her eyes widened, and she quickly turned her head away. She had caught a glimpse of Mr. Littrell’s and Billy’s eyes right before than, and knew they were embarrassed. "Uh, oh god. I’m sorry." Was all she could mumble.

When Mr. Littrell spoke, his voice was surprisingly calm and steady, like it was no big deal. He looked from both her to Billy, and straightened his coat out. "Well, it was a pleasure to see you again Billy, I’ll start listening to you more when you offer me great opportunities such as this one." Oh god, she had hoped he hadn’t just said what she thought he was saying. Damn, no matter how fucked up things were in society, she still was surprised every damn time. She slowly turned her head, bracing herself with her hands on the counter. Peeking out from behind her bushy morning bangs, Mr. Littrell gave her a quick nod and thanked her for the hospitality before exiting her apartment.

As soon as the door slammed, she nearly jumped to Billy’s side. "That just wasn’t what I thought it was, was it?" She asked, edge in her voice. Billy just shrugged, slipping his coat on and grabbing his keys. "I don’t know. Was it?" Was all he said before following Mr. Littrell’s lead and leaving the apartment. "Fuck." "Hey Mel." Jack, of course, always the last to emerge from her room. She yawned lazily, stretching her arms above her head, dressed in boxers and a sports bra. "They just left?" Jack wondered. She nodded slowly, biting her lip. She was about to ask Jack the same question she had asked Billy, but Jack beat her. "I know what you saw Mel, and look, just don’t ask." Jack warned her sternly. She didn’t want to protest, cause Jack’s eyes remained cold, not blinking. Obviously, something went on, and now she wasn’t very sure she wanted to know about it anymore.

With a solemn nod, she grabbed her cup of coffee, and prepared herself to greet the day.