“Now Billy has seen and lived more than most of us in the Apartment, let alone Paris. He tells all kinds of stories, and you know I’m inclined to believe him. Why? Because a liar needs to be believed, Billy doesn’t care if you believe him or not. . .”
Billy takes a moment to rest forgetting about Paris, only for the briefest of time.
Billy resides on the Fourth Floor, Room: D1.
The Vignettes
Billy Stevenson opened the apartment door and gave the most perplexed look, confused to see a boat. It was freshly sanded and varnished in the middle of the apartment. Peering out from the boat Edoaurd Dechant addressed Billy.
"You know I built it with sailing in mind, however, I never considered getting it out of the apartment."
Leaping out of the boat he continued. “Being that I prefer to finish what I start..."
He motioned with his arm towards the boat.
"I have a favor to ask Edoaurd..."
"Oh, hope you didn't come up to ask me to build you a carriage, because I don't think that'll work out either." He poked a bit of fun at himself.
Billy laughed. "Nah Edoaurd, there's this girl who's right for me."
"Oh?" "Edoaurd asked as he handed Billy a beer from his icebox and helped himself a drink as well.
"I don't suppose I'd be able to help..." He said with a little dry humor.
"Actually, there is something you could do..." Billy motioned, walking towards the apartment window and looking down to a small group of women.
"You're giving up on the Posse?"
Billy took a drink of his cold beverage. "I don't know about giving up, I just need to be sure, but you know how they are, they won't leave me alone."
"Ever think of telling them you need some space?"
"Not a chance, they're a competitive bunch, they find out I'm seeing someone solo, I'll be solo, but not before they take a few pieces out of me. Primal bunch of Shella’s."
"So, what am I supposed to do...?"
"I hear you're a hell of a cook man, and got a good sleight of hand... I'm sure you can think of something..."
Edouard’s mind started to reel with the unseemly possibilities as he felt his mouth mutter out a few words.
"I suppose...I can, cook up something of... substance..."
"Thanks mate!"
At the sound of his door closing Edouard continued to down his bottle of beer in one fell swoop.
"Sure thing...."