Legit house party (pt2/3)

Hill sits down on a sofa in the living room. The actor has gone but he can still hear her voice somewhere in the background.

Will she ‘make it’, Hill thinks.

Will she create the one true modality, Hill thinks.

Message Ed about her, Hill thinks.

A man with shoulder-length, receding blond hair and a black cable-knit sweater passes Hill a Kronenbourg and sits down next to him.

Doom told me to find you and talk to you about television, the blond man says, grinning. He said you might have some interesting points of view.

Is Doom here? Hill says.

The blond man looks around the room and shakes his head.

I mean, is he here, in this house?

Doom’s pretty much always here, the man replies. Or not.

Taking some coins, bits of paper and tobacco out of his pocket and placing them on the table in front of him, the man runs his hands through his hair and looks up at Hill.

Doom’s incredibly–

His real name is Christopher, Hill says.

Incredibly intel–

I’m not trying to be difficult, just–

No, it’s all good bro, Doom is Doom, the man replies, taking a bag of MDMA out of his pocket, opening and tipping its contents on the battered Ercol table.