Room 401, Sunday Evening

Jenny had a cigarette in one hand, her iPhone to her ear, a scotch on the rocks on the bedside table, and was painting her toenails. It was called multitasking, and she might have been better at it if that hadn't been her second scotch.

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And he did, leaving Jenny staring at her phone indignantly. Apollo was no fun, she decided. No fun whatsoever.

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