David Bowie - "Suffragette City"

hillbilly Hillary Williams
I'm headed over to X's house. It's so cold! I just want to Apparate over there.
6:45 pm

Hillary walked past closing stores and sparse restaurants, January's shoulders slumped in slush. She went from streets like Mack Ave and Cotton Rd, messy pavement and craggy trees, to finely cobbled windy roads like Silver Birch and Kingswood Drive, huge thick trees, and houses that jut out from hillsides like proud dogs, stoic and still and old. When she reached the Metzger house, she could see Jordan's father's office, a large windowed cube that sat on display over the garage. Mr. Metzger ran a costuming business from home, so lining the walls and piled on racks were dresses, cloaks and get-ups of all kinds. There was a band leader, and a US Marshal, and orderly scrubs, a bunch of what looked like faeries, and a pre-worn leather jacket. Hillary stood on the driveway looking up, but Mr. Metzger didn't notice her, he stared fervently at his computer monitor.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
everyone on this street still has christmas lights up! I should start a business where I take holiday stuff down. I'd be rich.
7:05 pm

Hillary rang the doorbell and Jordan answered. Stocking feet, old Raptors shirt, bit pudgy, he smiled and they went down to the basement. Peperettes and ginger ale, the basement fridge was always stocked. Jordan had two older brothers who both had cars. Jordan and Hillary could hear Ghostface coming from behind one of the bedroom doors. Jordan turned on the giant television, "We've got on-demand everything, what do you want to watch?" "I don't know, what's good?" "I'm paused in the middle of Hot Tub Time Machine, wanna watch that?" "Sure."

hillbilly Hillary Williams
We're watching Hot Tub Time Machine. how romantic.
7:21 pm

Hillary looked at the bottoms of her socks, filthy. From walking on her dirty kitchen floor, probably. She dug her feet into the cushions. The basement was part rec room, part storage space. A dartboard, under which was a stack of books, Stephen King, V.C. Andrews, Dean Koontz, all with no shelf to live on, lying sideways. A large painting of a beach, with an empty boat on the shore, abandoned. On the huge sofa, Hillary and Jordan were sitting an entire cushion apart.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
It's so bright in here. I think every light is on in this house.
7:33 pm

Hillary got up and dimmed the lights. "Is this okay?" Jordan pulled his gaze away from the movie, "Sure." Hillary came back to the sofa, taking her chance to get a little bit closer, making sure to tuck her feet far away.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
That's better :) #settingthemood
7:34 pm

She awkwardly picked one of Jordan's hands from his lap, and clasped it in hers. But less like an interwoven marriage of hands, and more like a never-ending handshake. Rob Cordry bellowed, John Cusack spoke sharply, his face etched with HD wrinkles.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
why does holding hands make them sweaty? my hands don't sweat when they touch normally.
7:49

"What are you doing?" "Oh." Hillary looked at her purse, the orange box of condoms not-quite-hidden in the fold. "Just texting Kira about school. She's all stressy about exams." "Oh."

hillbilly Hillary Williams
X just asked what I'm doing on my phone! said I was texting Kira about school! got that, @goodbyekitty?
7:51 pm

From the bedroom, one of Jordan's brothers came out, hurriedly. He wore a thick fleece track coat with a flat-brimmed hat with a gold sticker on it. Carved facial hair. "I'm going out," he said and bounded up the stairs, leaving the light on in his room.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
the movie's almost over. i think I'm gonna try and type WHILE IT'S HAPPENING. stay tuned.
8:08 pm

As the movie ended, Jordan was looking blanched. Hillary smiled warmly, "So, I brought some things." "Oh yeah..." like he'd forgotten. He could hold eye contact only in short bursts, "It's just that I'm not allowed to close the door to my bedroom when people are over." Hillary's hand went for her phone but she thought better of it than to type that verbatim. "Well, there's no rule about closing someone else's bedroom door, is there?" She looked at his brother's room, the Ghostface poster and fur sheets. They went inside.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
X is in the bathroom getting ready. omg im kinda nervous
8:27 pm

Upstairs in his office, Mr. Metzger sent email after email. Some cold solicitations, others old contacts, others collection follow-ups for unpaid contracts. He listened to Rush and The Guess Who and Montrose. He got an email from his warehouse staff: "We got the Nearly Ned contracts today! You're gonna be designing costumes for Eugene Levy!" Mr. Metzger clapped his hands and gave a hoot.

hillbilly Hillary Williams
Iran
8:34 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
autocorrect
8:41 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
k that was whatever
8:41 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
huh
8:44 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
i'm in the bathroom and i don't really wanna come out
8:53 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
i'm glad i did this, i'm proud of myself for going through with it, but i think it might have been a dumb idea
8:56 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
i'm sorry jordan
9:00 pm

hillbilly Hillary Williams
pretty funny thing: he took my socks off and they landed by our faces. "what's that smell?" gross! anyway, im rethinking this, bye for now
9:11 pm

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