laundry love [completed]

s e v e n : finally prepped

"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."