Havenwood, NY

"You weren't there, RJ!" Becca whisper-shouted into the phone so she wouldn't draw attention to herself as she walked down Main Street toward her intended destination, flashing a smile while someone passed by her before her expression quickly changed back to it's annoyed, angry visage. Her footfalls were rushed yet clipped, a physical testament of her rage as she fairly stalked down the sidewalk. A few pedestrians scrambled to get out of her way as the werewolf quietly continued her tirade into the phone.

"She just yawned and rolled over after surveying the damage!" There was a pause before her eyes narrowed and she practically growled into the phone, "They were Jimmy Choo, RJ! Jimmy. Choo." Becca snorted and rolled her eyes in the next moment, "Well, obviously you don't know how much they cost before they end up in a consignment shop, doofus." There was another pause before... "That's not the point! Now I have to replace them and she knows how much I hate that kind of shopping!" Now Becca was just whining, muttering into the phone, "She's so lucky that Swinton woman is good at solving the weird shit that happens around here and that I'm pretty sure Zee would just murder me right back if I tried to murder her." It was at the moment the door to Belle's Boutique opened as the werewolf approached it, disgorging one of it's patrons at an inopportune moment and Becca mentally winced upon seeing Mrs. Weston's double take at the words murder her pouring out of her mouth.

Nervous laughter was quick to fill the awkward pause, "Haha, I'm just kidding, Mrs. Weston!" Louder into the phone the phrase, "You know how siblings can be. ByeRJ!" She said, abruptly ending her conversation with her brother and rushing past the woman and into the shop, breathing a momentary sigh of relief as the door shut behind her.