No Strings Attached | ?

        I wake up the next day, naked and tired as all hell. I sit up in bed, pinching my nasal bridge as I adjust to the sunlight seeping through my window curtains. Who would've thought having gay sex for the first time would make you feel hungover the next day?

        I rub my eyes then look to my right, seeing the bed tidy and no Jonah in sight. Grumbling, I get out of bed and slide my boxers on. I pick a random T-shirt from my dresser and put that on as well, then grab my phone from the table and head downstairs to make myself breakfast.

        I get some Trix (no Trix is not just for kids you can fucking fight me on this) from my pantry, then milk, a bowl, and a spoon. I sit down at the kitchen table and put all the items together, then I eat away while watching Reddit videos.

        Five minutes into my video I get a call from Necksnapper (labeled "Big Boss" in my contacts). I huff and answer the call, saying bluntly, "Yes, sir?"

        "You got any information outta Clayton?" He asks me.

        It's in this exact moment that I realize I've forgotten my objective. I had sex with the enemy to get information out of him, and I ended up not asking him anything vital at all! My face grows hot with embarrassment and disappointment and, let me tell ya, it's not a good feeling when combined.

        I slowly swallow the fruity sustenance in my mouth, thinking of what to say. Necksnapper will probably snap my neck if I don't give him anything at all. "Uh . . . He . . . usually drinks on Fridays?"

        Big Boss sighs so heavily into his phone I can almost smell his cigarette smoke-intoxicated breath. "Seriously?" He asks me, "That's all you got?"

        "Oh, what was I supposed to do?" I lean back in my seat, dropping my spoon into the bowl in the process. "Be straight forward and ask, "so what's your plan to capture the mafia"? That case is completely confidential outside of the law enforcement branches, so if I asked that like an idiot then I'd be put under suspicion! Better yet, I would've been shot right there! The mafia is sneaky, yes? So let's not ruin that reputation.  You need to give me time."

        There's a short pause. Boss is probably actually considering my words, which I'm surprised by. I expected him to cut me off mid-sentence and call bullshit, then have me assassinated out of paranoia that I might spill anything about the mafia out of spite.

        "We don't have that luxury, Finley.  Treat every moment like your last." He says. Then he hangs up.

        The phone app closes out and my reddit video continues to play. I put the device down and rub my face, cursing under my breath.

        God fucking dammit.