This is just a college extracurricular activity to you. You are not serious about being a professional crawler. Even if you were, your heiress mother would never allow it. XCrawl is my career. I need a female life partner who can help me in and out of the dungeons. Our relationship has run its course.
With a scream I threw my phone against the wall. It fell to the floor in pieces. How dare he break up with me via text? Tears streaming down my face I screamed again.
Just last week, for his birthday, I gifted him with elven masterwork MiniLynx light armor. I spent three thousand seven hundred fifty dollars getting him the most expensive, best armor legal to our division. It had been fun taking his measurements naked, all those months ago for the custom ordered armor. Now all that was over.
Thinking of better times I remembered I had an expensive bottle of champagne, his favorite, in the wine chiller with my merlots for graduation. I pulled it out. The cork gave a loud pop. When the initial overflow stopped I took my first swig.
Someone pounded at my front door. I stalked over to it and, without looking through the peephole, threw the door wide open with a defiant, “What?”
The two police officers on the other side were taken aback for a minute. “We received reports of screams from this residence.” The elder officer stated.
“Don’t worry. You can tell my neighbors I am done screaming. I think I have found a better outlet.” I said taking another swig from the champagne bottle.
“How much have you had to drink, miss?” The officer asked.
“Just two swigs so far.” I answered honestly. At his look of disbelief I explained. “Bad breakup. He broke up with me with a text message. This,” indicating the bottle of champagne “was supposed to celebrate our graduation in two weeks.”
“Do you mind if we come in and have a look around to make sure everything is secure?”
“Sure.” I said stepping aside so they could enter. They did and I took another swig of champagne.
“What happened to your phone?” The younger officer asked looking at the pieces by the wall.
“I threw it against the wall after reading the breakup text.” I admitted; then, took another swig.
The elder officer came back from my kitchen area and looked at me. It was a small apartment. Bedroom/living room that the younger officer and I were standing in and kitchen with bathroom off of it that the elder officer had searched. “It’s secure.” He told his partner.
“I promise no more screaming.” I said solemnly. Then I took another drink from the bottle of champagne.
“Try not to drink yourself to death too.” The elder officer said walking out the door.
“He is not worth it.” The younger officer said apologetically.
“Thank you.” I replied. Then I shut the door on them. I laid down on my bed and continued drinking. Eventually I must have finished the champagne and gotten up for a bottle of merlot because there was an open bottle and a large red stain on the floor next to the bed the next afternoon when I woke up.