Her Courtyard By Marriott hotel room has a balcony in the middle of an office plaza that looks out on a dark corporate sprawl of office buildings. She sits out there drunk at 1 am when she sees a guy in a suit walk out of one of the buildings.
“Working hard or hardly working?” she shouts down to him.
“I don’t fucking need this!” he shouts back to her. “I just found out my company is doing business with the mafia!”
She apologizes. “I was just having some fun,” she says. “Drunk. You know.”
“Well maybe think about who you yell stuff at next time!” the guy shouts. “I thought I was working for a legitimate firm. But it turns out, they’re doing business with the mafia!”
“Want a drink?” she asks.
He climbs up the balconies to hers and they enjoy Scotch together.
“What do you think I’m gonna do?” he says after she asks him what he’s going to do about the mafia thing. “I’m going to report it to the local police station as soon as the sun rises.”
“What if we’re still making love?” she asks him.
They make love but they finish waaaaaay before the sun rises.
“I don’t want to see you get hurt,” she says when they’re laying in the afterglow like, seriously, hours before the sun comes up. “But if you rat on the mafia, that’s probably what will happen.”
“Could you do it?” he asks. “Could you go on working for a firm that does business with the mafia?”
“Yeah. Who cares? Besides, the mafia’s cool.”
He catches her drift and decides to not care who his firm does business with and so he becomes rich instead of dying, plus he had sex earlier (waaaaaay before sunrise),
Happy Waaaaaay Before Sunrise Day!
