Phone Call To: Leon Sullivan From: Betty Peabody When: Backdated to late Saturday night, after lap dancing the Sheriff.
-ring ring-
"Fuck man, who is calling this late? I swear to god I will hurt you, Tony, if you do not hang up right now."
-sounds of quiet giggling- "Who the hell is Tony and why would he be calling you this late?"
"...Foxy?" -the voice is more awake now- "Tony's a...why the fuck are you calling me this late? Are you okay?"
-a pleased hum- "Hmm. I'm fine. Do you know, I think we might have been tricked. Sheriff's always tricking us, or are we doing the tricking? I forget, if he is the Sheriff, sneaky little bastard..."
"What are you talking about? Foxy, there ain't no sheriff around. Or, there is, but I don't think sheriffs actually have any power or something."
"MY sheriff, we have a sheriff, and he's tricking us, I just know it. Someone should take his badge! Bubbles sure make you dizzy.... I'm not sure I like them to drink, they're mocking me like he is."
"Oh god, you're drunk?! Oh man, I need a recorder or something...you called me, Foxy? What'd you do, trick the Sheriff into drinking with you?"
-more giggling- "NO. Don't be silly, Leon. Though we did go to Sherwood Forest together and let me tell you that was NOT pleasant, and then I got confused 'cos all the trees looked the same... -trails off in mumblings, long pause- Do you remember Blackbird?"
-laughing softly- Can't see the forest because of the trees, huh? ...Yeah, I remember Blackbird. I'd sing but its late and my voice sucks."
"Your voice doesn't suck." -longer pause- "... It's not fair, you know. You took things without asking."
"So did you. Hell, we both took stuff without asking. How else was I supposed to get those pretty awesome Christmas gifts?" -a long pause- "Guess we've never been fair."
-an even longer silence, followed by a quieter voice- "I don't want to make anymore mistakes, Leon."
"No more mistakes? Besides all of your really obvious ones that I already pointed out to you and you HIT me for them, how can you make anymore mistakes? I don't think that's possible, Foxy."
-coughs- "It is so possible. And come off it, Leon. You know exactly why I hit you. You were right. About... well, everything, mostly..." -a thump, soft cursing- "Ow, fuck, hard bench."
"Where the fuck are you?" -heavy sigh- "Yeah. I know why you hit me. And of course I'm right. Took you long enough to admit it, yeesh."
"Los Angeles. Benches here are out to get people, I swear... -sniffs, a feeble laugh- I'm incredibly stubborn, you know this."
"Why are you on a bench in Los Angeles? Wait, why the fuck are you in LA anyway!? Yeah, I know, Foxy. You're as stubborn as I am, so you must be really drunk right now."
"Really reeeeaaally drunk. Stupid Sheriff. Stupid... -more grumblings- And can't a girl just be in in LA for no reason?"
"Uhm. No, not you. You can't be in LA without a reason. And I got the drunk thing, why are you there and not here with me to get drunk with!?"
"You're right. I do always have an agenda, but I can't tell you! It's a secret." -giggles- "I'm sorry, it wasn't planned, or I would have invited you. If it's any consolation, it was very much a one person party."
"Uh huuuuuuuuuuh. Well, you better invite me to the next one, got it?"
"Got it." -pauses- "I gotta go. I should already be back in London. Sorry I woke you, just wanted to tell you..."
"...Tell me what?"
"That I..." -very long pause- "Totally think you're onto something with the whole strip club scene. ShitIgottagobye." -clicks-