When his cell rang, Arliss saw “Emmett” and debated about answering. Calls from his boss were always a bad thing. Usually someone had crapped out on his shift, and if Emmett was calling, it was most likely to ask if Arliss would “be so kind” as to fill in on his day off. After the morning he’d had, Arliss didn’t know how eager he was to go in this evening and shake his groove thing for a bunch of dirty old men.
But one thing Arliss always needed was more money. And he couldn’t afford to pass on an opportunity to make some, so he pressed Accept.
“Yeah, Emmett?” Arliss glanced around his cramped, untidy apartment. For once he was blessedly alone. Yup, just him and the cockroaches.
“Good morning, sunshine. What are you wearing?” Emmett tittered.
Arliss rolled his eyes. “Nothin’. I’m sitti
