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Twenty minutes later, he steps up to her apartment’s steps, pressing his finger against the button. After a loud buzz and a click, Ruby’s voice comes through. “Goodness! It’s two in the morning! This better be important!” she growls angrily through the scratchy speaker. “C’mon, baby, it’s me, Joey!” he exclaims happily. “Ugh, go chase yourself, doll. I ain’t up for nothing tonight,” she mumbles back. “Look, Rube, I’m all balled up. I just really need to talk to ya,” he replies in a depressed tone. With that comment, Ruby buzzes him in, making Joey smirk a little. In the door and up the stairs he went, until he finally ended up outside Ruby’s door. Knocking lightly, he waits for her to open it up. When she does, Joey expects to see a lazy, tired, and disheveled woman, but nope, not Ruby. There she stands, her bright red locks in a gentle bob, her big blue eyes sit wide and sparkly, her beautiful and dazzling smile still holds up, her porcelain skin still smooth and flawless. Wearing her silky green bathrobe that hangs down to her knees, she still looks absolutely stunning. “Alright daddy-o, ya betta’ not be bent,” Ruby grumbles with her hands on her hips. “ Hah, oh honey, I couldn’t even have a hair of the dog! I just gotta talk to ya,” Joey reputed. Ruby led him into her homey apartment, bringing him into here deep purple living room with the suede gold couch. Sitting down in her gold suede shell back boudoir chair, she gestures over to her couch- indicating

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