[ Parties mean crowds and crowds mean people and — following the equation all the way through to its conclusion — people mean pockets. So Hallah guesses that wherever the people (and their pockets) are tonight, that's where Sully (and his sticky fingers) will be too. It's not her job to look after him — arguably that's no one's job except Sully's himself — but that doesn't keep her from restlessly shuffling back and forth on her feet just inside the door of her apartment, considering it. Her heavy boots manage to avoid the stuff that's collected on the floor of her front hall (tiny piles, one great hoard in the corner) as proof of all of Sully's never-ending handiwork. It's that handiwork that's got Hallah worried, or at least bristling with very specific kind of annoyance — the kind of irritation that comes with knowing the inevitable is just that, and there's nothing in particular she can do to stop it.
But there's stopping it and then there's making sure not to help it along and while Sully's left to people and pockets and crowds 364 days out of the year, New Years in particular comes with the added bonus of cheap champagne and boxed wine. (All that booze? Fight fight fight.)
Agitatedly, she pulls out her phone from her pocket and types out a message to the number programmed as his mobile. ]
where are you
[ At her feet, one of the piles buzz with a digital sort of chime and Hallah curses colorfully as she yanks open the door to stalk outside to the block of flats beyond. She'll be cruising to the common room, but not before knocking on a couple doors first, the first and last word out of her mouth being always the same: ]
HALLAH | various
But there's stopping it and then there's making sure not to help it along and while Sully's left to people and pockets and crowds 364 days out of the year, New Years in particular comes with the added bonus of cheap champagne and boxed wine. (All that booze? Fight fight fight.)
Agitatedly, she pulls out her phone from her pocket and types out a message to the number programmed as his mobile. ]
where are you
[ At her feet, one of the piles buzz with a digital sort of chime and Hallah curses colorfully as she yanks open the door to stalk outside to the block of flats beyond. She'll be cruising to the common room, but not before knocking on a couple doors first, the first and last word out of her mouth being always the same: ]
Sully.
[ As in: have you seen him? ]