The house is asleep...

When Beth got home, the apartment was quiet. The TV flickered in the living room, but the volume was low. Kyle seemed to be passed out on the couch: there were a few bottles of beer on the coffee table. She smiled at his sleeping form before grabbing a beer of her own from the fridge. One left, thanks guys. She drank the beer as she tiptoed upstairs, and popped her head into the bedroom. Brian was snoring on the bed in shorts and a t-shirt. His work clothes were piled in a heap near the dresser. Beth rolled her eyes. Just going to make ironing harder later. She picked up the bundle of clothing, and was almost knocked over by the stink of vodka, cigars, and women's perfume. Obsession, a fragrance she had never worn. As she looked close at the collar of his shirt, she could see the smeared pigment of women's lipstick. What the fuck? She knew that Brian's job was to "romance" clients, but she wasn't thrilled with the images being put in her head by lipstick on his collar.
You just blew a guy for money.
That's different! She was not exactly sure how it was different. I'm a performer. It's... part of the...job. And I'm the one who's getting deprived of what I need.
Brian's phone buzzed in his pants. Beth didn't hesitate in pulling up the text message.

???:Finaly mad it to bed. Thnx again for helping me into my taxi, ur sweet

Beth scrolled up.

???: Had a greet time tonite meeting you. This is Laura... my personal #, think we're going to be spending a lot of time working together.
Brian: It was good to get to know you, I look forward to working together on your campaign. You sleep it off now.
Laura: :p okay.... :kiss:
Brian: Hey careful with those, I'm a happily engaged man
Laura: booooo

Beth seethed a little at the exchange. Must be a potential client. 'Laura.' Sounds like a slut to me. She tried to calm down.