“Oh, I- um.” Meggan was terrible at bringing along a purse, remembering her mobile, and generally forgetting money. Anywhere in Essex, her word was good for collateral until staff sent payment. Anywhere else, she normally had a member of staff looking after her things and her forgetfulness of how the modern world worked.
“Damn, I think my Retainer- in the car- has my bag. Do you have a scrap or should I go fetch my mobile?”
Alison, once again, scrambled around her bag for a scrap piece of paper. She usually kept a note book handy, but that was bursting with half written songs and a bar or two of an upcoming song–not really anything she could spare to loose. She gave a short sigh, all she could find was a scrumped up tissue.
“This do any good?” She offered, a hint of hopefulness to her voice.
gavemyheart reblogged this from lightengale-archive-blog and added: “Perfect! Thank you. I promise I won’t sell it on eBay.” Meggan chuckled and grinned ear to ear. “Ring you soon, love!”...
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