atypical program for her, "Really boring, that stuff. I just can't do anything with love films."
"Is that why you are so tired?" I laughed.
"Yaaah," she yawned. "Remind me that I'll never get married. God, that's boring. The problem is, I promised to watch the stupid movie until the end." We rolled our eyes at the same time.
"Okay, let's get it over with," I sighed theatrically.
"Whoever falls asleep first pays the alcohol for the next binge."
It could get expensive as tired as I was. After all, we were both more than drinkable. "How about doping?" I asked hopefully.
"There's still coffee in the kitchen. I'm two cups ahead."
Again I crossed the small apartment on tiptoe, silently closed the kitchen door behind me and turned on the light. Cup and coffee pot were found quickly.But I didn't get to pour myself some of the brown broth. Two ashen faces, pressed against the windowpane from outside and looked in at me. Dark, bat-like wings made it possible for the associated bodies to stay at this height. The coffee ran past the cup without my even taking notice. I closed my eyes, opened them again. No signs of fatigue. The three from the elevator were still there. Well, at least two of them. The muscle pack was missing. The two remaining smiled maliciously at me. I dropped the cup. The clink it made when it hit the floor coincided with that of the shattering window pane.