.. what can I do foryou?" Well, you know ..."I really didn't. Presumably, like the previous day's interview, I had topass as a female. But if so, why ...asn't he asking any questions? Was Isupposed to be selling him something?"Why are you frowning? Is there something wrong?" His voice soundedworried."No, not at all, I - wait, can you see me?" Yes of course," he answered. "Why shouldn't I?" So the camera in myscreen was working, evidently. But the screen itself was still blank."But ... I can't see. "The noise I was oblivious to was apparently Carly and Sam fucking each other on the floor of the prop car. They were sex noises that Gibby heard. He told me after we'd left the studio. I rolled my eyes and told him that it was a ridiculous thought. That Sam and Carly wouldn't be doing something so ... weird.Then he slapped me.Gibby slapped me. Right across the face."That's offensive, and sexist, Fredward." Gibby says, in tone of seriousness. "Lesbians are not weird. Just like gay men are not. It makes me stir lightly, before grabbing the bottle from his hand. I spin the cap off, and take a long swig. The night is so quiet, or almost quiet. Of course, you can hear the crickets chirping, and the frogs crocking, along with the soft sound of rustling of the wind blowing against the trees. Gulping down a large sip, or maybe three, I watch him, watching me. “You can drink with the best of them, can’t you?” He jokes, as I hand him back the bottle. He takes a long sip, and wipes his mouth.. Sighing in relief and mentally chastising herself, she sprawled on the bed and promptly succumbed to unconsciousness. *** Loud, energetic disc jokey yowling slid through Zoe's skull like a cheese grater. Poking one arm around blindly from the depths of the covers, she hunted the snooze button, then cozied her way back into the blanket nest for another five minutes of slumber. Remembering last night and her loss of job, she struggled back out and fiddled with various dials until the alarm.