No Fury - A Learren One Shot
Outside of the joint, on a little terrace balcony facing into the backyards and alley ways of New York City, the air is light and smells less of car fumes than it does at the front where you enter – across the red carpet, up a shiny elevator and into a chic FOX party to which everyone with even half a show on the network has to show up to.
It’s a nice enough evening but the walls inside are closing in, as it seems, filling with people and yet never drowning out the sight he so desperately wants to miss. It seems like she’s following him around. Flaunting her appendage in his face. He can’t take it.
