Kasi's phone went off, a text from Kratos with a screencap of Bast's text followed by the question marks, and she rolled her eyes toward the Bast-Dio ball of limbs, followed by, “Oh boo, you whore,” for being a lame-ass tattletale that didn't trust her.
She considered trying to explain via text, but.. that was going to be lengthy and a call was better.
No, video was better. Then the insanity around her and her waning amusement could be made apparent. Because it was waning. Rapidly. More and more as every moment passed. “So, let me summarize, since this is easier than trying to text it,” she said not normally as bubbly as she would have been, and all the background noise around her, “This went to Hell in a Handbasket fast. Some idiot frat boys thought they could drink Bast and I under the table. Which was an adorable bit of fun. They are on the floor now, not dead but unconscious.” She spun the camera lens so he could see. “Dio was getting bored, which we all know can be bad news, so we thought making fools of these guys was fun, and now they are all apparently stripping. Hence,” Ninkasi lifted her hand to indicate a shirt that just flew past her head.
“Bast is losing her shit because I put a picture of us chilling on Instagram and hashtagged it because omg Hermod is gonna be so mad at her or some shit and this is my fault or whatever... so she tattletale texted you, I guess... Whatever... I don't,” there was an abrupt pause in Ninkasi's babble speech to Kratos because there were well-time -where she knew it or not, insults coming out of Bast's mouth, directed at Ninkasi.
The set of her jaw changed, eyebrows twitched slightly, and while she didn't blink something in her eyes darkened just a bit. That... was not something she was pleased to have put up for public discourse. She didn't even want to know if Kratos heard Bast or not, or to what extent. Her gaze turned back to the Facetime screen. “I'll have to call you back. I need to go spay a cat.” Without giving him time to respond, hung up.