12 | flying machine
"So, you threw away your new boxers?"
"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT?"
"I saw them in the trash."
"YOU WERE RIFFLING THROUGH MY TRASH?"
"Uh, we have the same trashcan? The whole floor has the same one. How haven't you noticed that by now?"
"YOU STALKER!"
"Memphis, why are you shouting?"
"BECAUSE YOU ARE WHISPERING."
"I am not...Um, are you drunk?"
"AM I? NO?"
"Are you sure? You seem weird."
"..."
"And now you've passed out."
"..."
"This is not what I expect early in the morning."
"..."
"I am not helping you, okay?"
"..."
"Urrrgh. Who am I kidding?"
"..."
"Ugh, you're heavy. Oomph, oops. Shit. Okay, okay, okay."
"..."
"Can I leave a passed out man and go for my job? I can't. Even if the said man is a total idiot and big-time liar? Yeah, even then. I am impossible. So is Memphis. I can't believe I am having a conversation with myself."
3 hours later.
"What happened?"
"..."
"Where am I?"
"..."
"Shiiit, why am I naked?"
"..."
"Whose bed is this?"
"..."
"Crap, crap, crap."
"Oh, so Hamlet awakens! Here you go."
"Uh, thanks?"
"You're welcome till you can walk out."
"Why...are you giving me pick-me-up potions? Is this poisoned?"
"I wish."
"Wait, did we sleep...together?"
"NO!"
"No?"
"Ugh, Memphis, you're back to your normal self it seems."
"Actually, last I remember I was partying with Meera?"
"..."
"Where is Meera?"
"I don't know. How will I know? I just found you passed out and taking pity on beings weirder than me, did what any respectable citizen would do—"
"Oh, thanks...then."
"—until you started singing and taking off your clothes. What did you guys take?"
"Jai must have slipped something into my innocent Coke—Oh, I'm going to be sick—"
"The bathroom's there!"
"..."
"It's okay. Just let it all out. You'll be fine. It's okay."
"Ah, I am never going partying ever again."
"Feeling better?"
"Can't tell yet."
"Just a sec, I'll get the phone—Hello? Hey, Vinay. Are you back?"
"Hey, Wahida. I hope to be back by lunch. How about we go out? There's this amazing restaurant near the airport and the gang's going to be there."
"I—"
"Oh God, I'm going to be sick again. I'm dying and I didn't even meet Uncle Rick yet."
"Tell you what—I'm a bit busy here. I'll let you know if I can make it? But have fun, okay? Say hi to the others and come home soon. Bye."
"I just remembered—ugh—I haven't even read the Iliad yet. Noooo."
"Memphis, you'll live."
"But how can you be sure?"
"Because you're just suffering from a hangover."
"Correction. A poisoned hangover."
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dedicated to simrzn for knowing Memphis all too well xD (also my rl bff has the same name!)
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How about we don't talk for four months and then you take naked ol' me to your bedroom? #MEMHIDA IN ONE LINE
Tell you what, comment your own #memhida version in one line. Just be kind lol. I'm a smol bean with easy tears.
P.S. New cover woop woop.
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Boxers
Short Story"Why does it happen that whenever I meet you, you're in your boxers?" "Would you like me better without them?" "Eww no."
