Secily I look out the door for Boo. "Yes," I answer softly. I half slip through, smoothing my short hair. He comes from around the corner, still dressed like a hobo. A bag in his hand. "They're coming." I raise a brow, "one is that VODKA?! and two whose them?" "Phammie and Drake. No answer from Hendrix, just updated her. No telling where she is or if she's gonna show up." He pulls his phone out of the bag, "No alcohol here." "Good, I don't expect Hen to show up, just keep her updated." I go back to my novel I set spine up on the table. Boo walks in and shuts the door behind him. Drake I finish reading the first page of the letter over Phammie's shoulder. "You go ahead, I need to take care of something," Phammie breaks me out of my frame of mind. She swings my arm from around her shoulder, I had forgotten it was there still. "'Kay," I mutter watching her walk off. Phammie She sat down in the chair across from me at the bar cautiously. I had my wings down and sunglasses borrowed from Drake on. "Hey Quail," I say gently. I was startled by the amount of scratches on her face. "H-hi," her voice was shaky and unsure. I laid out a photo copy of her letter to Drake. He never did see the end, the one about killing me. "What is this about," I ask gently pushing it at her.