I pull out my cell and text Mal.
Lacey: I've got the video polished. It's nearly done.
Mal: Show me.
Lacey: It's on my external drive. I don't have it right now.
Mal: You're at work?
Lacey: Yeah. I shouldn't be texting. Even if I'm alone.
Mal: This is a booty call.
Lacey: No.
Mal: You're telling me you're alone.
Lacey: At work!
Mal: You remember last time we were together at your work?
Lacey: The bed was a special feature. For your video only.
Mal: And the counter in the bathroom?
Lacey: I'm not sure what you mean.
Mal: Yes you are.
Lacey: I'm not.
Mal: You've never fucked on that counter?
Lacey: God no.
Mal: But you've walked in on fucks on that counter.
Lacey: Maybe.
Mal: On a guy bending a woman over the sink and slamming into her until the mirror is shaking.
Lacey: No comment.
Mal: Or a woman perched on the sink, a guy on his knees, licking her until she's coming on his face, screaming loud enough you have to cut the camera.
Lacey: I'm booty calling you?
Mal: Hey. This is innocent.
Lacey: Innocent dirty talk?
Mal: I'm trying to reactivate your memory.
Lacey: Uh-huh.
Mal: What are you doing tomorrow?
Lacey: The gym. Then I need to take another crack at re-editing my thesis film. I never got it quite right.