[ There wasn't any rhyme or reason as to the times that Shayla would stop by Elliot's apartment -- it wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do considering the other lived in the apartment directly next door to her own and she was often on Flipper duty on the days when Elliot would have to work.
(Or do whatever mysterious thing that he did in the hours he wasn't home.)
Tonight, it's late into the night when Shayla crosses the small hallway to stand in front of Elliot's door. She's got a sudden surge of nighttime energy and a pocketfull of various drugs -- powders, pills, weed, anything that someone wanted Shayla could find. Even Elliot's rare Suboxone was something she could get her hands on.
(Although that too came with a price.) ]
Elliot. [ She knocks on the door, her voice sing-songy as she speaks. ] Elliot. Open up!
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(Or do whatever mysterious thing that he did in the hours he wasn't home.)
Tonight, it's late into the night when Shayla crosses the small hallway to stand in front of Elliot's door. She's got a sudden surge of nighttime energy and a pocketfull of various drugs -- powders, pills, weed, anything that someone wanted Shayla could find. Even Elliot's rare Suboxone was something she could get her hands on.
(Although that too came with a price.) ]
Elliot. [ She knocks on the door, her voice sing-songy as she speaks. ] Elliot. Open up!