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And as soon as he answered the phone, all she could hear were giddy shrieks from what sounded like a little girl, in the background.

"Hello?" he laughed into the receiver. She could smell the hotel from 3,000 miles away. He told her that he and the stripper had been holed up, fucking for days against the strobing light of a stolen construction horse, which they had managed to sneak past the front desk and into his room on their way back from the bar.

"Shit," she said shaking her head. "You're either my new hero or the antichrist."

The cacophony of laughter continued, both X and his girl hopped up and shouting portions of stories into her ear before dissolving into fits of co-mingled giggles.

"X- your girlfriend's giving me seizures," she sighed impatiently. "Call me back after she leaves."

There was an unintelligible reply and then the receiver went dead. It was too perfect, the pair of them lying around jacked up and naked until they both heard helicopters.

artist: stephanus