Drunken phone call

Wow, I have to move out of this dorm. I just had a drunken phone call, you know, when someone gets drunk, then dials an ex to make pathetic slurred apologies. Okay, so I didn't get an actual phone call and the caller wasn't an ex, but... well, you'll see what I mean.

In my attempts to minimize contact with Ereman, I've been going to as much recreation as possible and reading in my cell when I am in the dorm. Tonight Ereman came to my cell and knocked on the door. I put a bookmark in its place and hopped down from my bunk.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Is your cellie asleep?"

"Yeah." Though that might not have been true since Ereman had knocked on the door. I could see his eyes were a little bloodshot and his speech didn't sound right.

"Would you come to my cell, then?" he asked, "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything. I just want to talk to you."

"Alright."

On the way up the stairs to his cell, Ereman stumbled and I realized that he was drunk. Oh, great...

"Okay. First, I didn't write the stuff about your boss."

Yes, you did.

"And I didn't know that book was yours."

Yes, you did.

"And I really don't have a problem with you."

Then why slander my name to everyone you meet? Oh, never mind. Continue, please.

"I just have a favor to ask."

Ah-ha! There it is. He probably had to get drunk to work up the will to approach me at all. The favor he wants is a copy made of a picture of Boba Fett (form Star Wars) and, yeah, I'll probably get it for him. Maybe I'm too nice, but I figure if I show him some kindness he will see - as well as others - that I'm not here to judge, but show compassion, even for drunken phone callers.