Wild Horses

When you get out of the hospital

8am.
Ring ring. ring ring. ring ring.
Lira rolled over on the couch as her cellphone rang across the room. She groaned as she wondered who would call her so early.

ring ring. ring ring. ring ring.
"Make it stop!" Mista groaned and covered his ears.

"It will stop in a second," Lira said, unwilling to get up. And the ringing did stop. But then

ring ring. ring ring.
They were calling again. Lira suddenly realized the only people who had her number where in the gang. And the only ones not in the house were.... "BUCCIARATI," she yelped and sprung from the couch, running to find and answer the call. "Hello?" she answered, nearly dropping the phone.

"Did I wake you, cara?" Bucciarati's velvety voice said.

"Bucciarati," Lira grumbled, "Where are you?"

"I need a favor," he said. "Could you pick an outfit from my closet and bring it to me at Misericordia Hospital?"

"Sure," she said, "Wait, the hospital?!" Panic was in her voice.

"Yes, and we're fine. I just had an accident. Anyways, take Fugo's car and bring Narancia with you."

"Mm, alright," she said sleepily.

"I'll see you soon then, cara, ciao."

"Ciao, Bucciarati." She groaned after she hung up.

"Did you say hospital?" Mista said as he sat up.

"He wants me and Narancia to bring him new clothes."

"Huh. Well how about I make coffee while you wake Narancia?" Mista offered and flashed his already infamous grin.

"Thanks," Lira smiled. She went down the hall and knocked on Fugo's door. "Narancia?" she knocked again. "Narancia, wake up."

"What!!" Narancia yelled from the other side of the door. "Oh my god I'm so hungover," she heard him say to himself.

"Bucciarati wants us to meet him at the hospital."

"BUCCIARATI'S IN THE HOSPITAL?" Narancia yelled as the door flung open, making a record time of jumping from the bed to the door.

"Yea, put some clothes on," she laughed as he covered himself.

"He only asked for you and Narancia?" Fugo asked from the bed.

"Yea."

"Hm. Narancia's the only one with a direct attack stand," Fugo observed. "Fuck, it could be dangerous, then. I'm coming with you two."

Lira nodded and left to find Bucciarati's bedroom, which was just the next room over. She stepped in and was awed at the size of it. A king bed with white sheets didn't even seem to take up that much space. She opened the closet and gawked at all the designer clothes in it - Gucci, Givenchy, Dior, and plenty of more avant-garde stuff like Yamamoto and Todd Oldham. What the fuck, she thought. It was a designer's dream closet. She picked out a red velvet suit, which cracked her up. "Why does he own this? He only wears one outfit," she said aloud and shook her head. Then she picked a white linen button down shirt. I guess he'll probably need underwear and socks? she thought, getting excited to raid his panty drawer.

She opened his dresser expecting to find some real kinky shit, but it all just white boxer briefs and no-show socks. She rooted around in the drawer for a second, because, as someone who works on clothes, she knew everyone's got to have at least one pair of funny underwear. And then she found it: a blue thong with a zipper down the middle, and zippers where the waistband would be. It was too perfect. A shit-eating grin formed on her face as she took it out and stuffed it in the pants pocket.