Tuesday June 3rd 2008
Who: Dante What: Calling Wesley When: Afternoon Where: Payphone about a mile from the hotel Rating: R for swearing
He didn't want Erin to know what he was doing, so he'd told her he was going for a run and just left. She hadn't had a chance to say anything before he was gone. It probably did not confuse her that he was randomly taking off, not even when he climbed onto Jessica and sped off. Nothing about him seemed to confuse Erin anymore. As frustrating as it was to be so readable, he liked not having to explain himself to someone anymore.
Pumping about four bucks of quarters into the phone, Dante dialed the number he was reading from his cell phone. Chances were, if he'd called on his phone it would go unanswered.
twosidedshocker (5:12:16 PM): *unfamiliar number* smokeynotabandit (5:12:45 PM): *answers* Hello...? twosidedshocker (5:13:10 PM): *very low, hesitant voice* Is Roger ok? smokeynotabandit (5:13:29 PM): ....... oh. Hello twosidedshocker (5:13:47 PM): Is he? smokeynotabandit (5:13:54 PM): No. twosidedshocker (5:14:04 PM): Fuck. smokeynotabandit (5:14:14 PM): YEah smokeynotabandit (5:14:51 PM): *clears throat* Where you at. twosidedshocker (5:14:57 PM): Tucson. smokeynotabandit (5:15:12 PM): Why? twosidedshocker (5:15:46 PM): *pause* Murder. What's going on with him? smokeynotabandit (5:16:08 PM): Mur.... I'm not even going to ask. *pauses* New personality. twosidedshocker (5:16:19 PM): Wh.... what? smokeynotabandit (5:16:36 PM): Yeap. *conversationally* Ipsy. Nice girl. twosidedshocker (5:16:49 PM): That fucking cunt! smokeynotabandit (5:17:02 PM): ......what? twosidedshocker (5:17:25 PM): *muttering* Hate that annoying bitch smokeynotabandit (5:17:38 PM): Ipsy? twosidedshocker (5:17:44 PM): Mm. smokeynotabandit (5:17:48 PM): ...you knew her? twosidedshocker (5:18:18 PM): Mm. smokeynotabandit (5:18:24 PM): ........are there more? twosidedshocker (5:18:32 PM): You really wanna know this? smokeynotabandit (5:18:42 PM): ..........*quiet* No. No. I don't. twosidedshocker (5:18:59 PM): *clearly smirking* Didn't think so. smokeynotabandit (5:19:09 PM): shut the fuck up. You did this twosidedshocker (5:19:19 PM): Yeah it's usually my fault smokeynotabandit (5:19:53 PM): You did!! You fucked off and left him and she came out to protect him. You make him feel safe and you go away just like that?? twosidedshocker (5:20:32 PM): *scoffs* Yeah cuz I'm definitely the one who created me. Clearly I started this all. smokeynotabandit (5:20:43 PM): You could have stopped it. twosidedshocker (5:20:49 PM): How? smokeynotabandit (5:20:55 PM): By not fucking off! twosidedshocker (5:21:05 PM): I'm not getting into this with you smokeynotabandit (5:21:24 PM): Then why the hell did you phone. Go back to killing if you're done fucking up my life. twosidedshocker (5:21:44 PM): I just... I... need to know he's okay. smokeynotabandit (5:21:53 PM): Well he's not! He's freaking out. twosidedshocker (5:22:25 PM): Yeah I... *mumbles* Me too. smokeynotabandit (5:22:42 PM): Then get back here and fucking help him. Do something useful. twosidedshocker (5:22:49 PM): I am. smokeynotabandit (5:22:59 PM): By what twosidedshocker (5:23:23 PM): *long pause, swallows, voice hoarse* I can't tell you smokeynotabandit (5:23:42 PM): Oh for fucking Jesus holy mary's sake. twosidedshocker (5:24:47 PM): *strained* I know. But I can't. smokeynotabandit (5:24:58 PM): *annoying sigh* twosidedshocker (5:25:24 PM): Don't tell him that I... if he wants to be pissed at me, let him. smokeynotabandit (5:25:48 PM): Oh I will. I will let him be pissed so when you come back he rips your fucking cock off. twosidedshocker (5:27:03 PM): I hope he does. I hope I get back. smokeynotabandit (5:27:16 PM): ........*quiet* twosidedshocker (5:28:13 PM): *gruffly* Don't let that whore take him over. She's going to fucking ruin him smokeynotabandit (5:28:36 PM): I know. I won't. *pauses* How are you. twosidedshocker (5:28:53 PM): Don't ask me that. Gives the illusion you give a shit. smokeynotabandit (5:29:30 PM): I aint gonna try convince you twosidedshocker (5:30:08 PM): So.... you're a man whore. How do you get one woman you're kind of staying with to not find out about you fucking someone else? smokeynotabandit (5:30:43 PM): You lie. twosidedshocker (5:30:54 PM): Huh? smokeynotabandit (5:31:26 PM): you lie to her twosidedshocker (5:32:05 PM): *grunt* Might be easier just to kill her... smokeynotabandit (5:32:44 PM): Yeah good luck with that. twosidedshocker (5:33:11 PM): *softly, after a moment* Yeah. smokeynotabandit (5:33:35 PM): Stop trying to kid yourself. If you're fucking someone else you're not into it. twosidedshocker (5:34:11 PM): It's more necessity than anythine else smokeynotabandit (5:34:28 PM): Yeah sure. smokeynotabandit (5:36:56 PM): Ring Roger. twosidedshocker (5:37:01 PM): No. smokeynotabandit (5:37:29 PM): You wanna know how he is, go on. You let him tell you about Ipsy and how she's taking over his life, dressing him up in women's clothes twosidedshocker (5:38:54 PM): She... oh, that schlechte verdammt Dirne von der Hölle smokeynotabandit (5:39:11 PM): ...................................................*long silence* twosidedshocker (5:39:38 PM): *grumbling* Like he needs that kinda shit. smokeynotabandit (5:39:52 PM): What the fuck language did you just talk in? twosidedshocker (5:40:06 PM): *pause* Huh? smokeynotabandit (5:40:17 PM): Schlett..... dirne holley? twosidedshocker (5:40:31 PM): .......... oh. Oh fuck. smokeynotabandit (5:40:37 PM): ...what? twosidedshocker (5:40:44 PM): Nothing. smokeynotabandit (5:40:54 PM): Don't say you've got a fucking alter too twosidedshocker (5:41:08 PM): *angrily* No. smokeynotabandit (5:41:42 PM): Then get your fucking brawny ass back here!!! If you give a fuck about Roger you come and fucking see him and sort this shit out with him, don't be running off to shit scaring him half to death!!! twosidedshocker (5:42:14 PM): He'll be a lot more pissed if I'M DEAD! smokeynotabandit (5:42:35 PM): Do what you gotta do and get the fuck back or you'll be worse than dead. twosidedshocker (5:43:36 PM): Sie sind, also das Bumsen dumm manchmal kann ich nicht glauben, dass Sie noch lebendig sind smokeynotabandit (5:43:45 PM): .......what are you, Hitler? twosidedshocker (5:44:42 PM): *bordering on annoyed and worried* NO, just... it's German, crack a fucking book you ignorant clod. Fuck forbid you learn something more than Mario. smokeynotabandit (5:45:24 PM): *growling* Get your shit sorted. Get back here. Stop talking German, and come home. Roger needs you. *pauses* So do I. So just... do it. twosidedshocker (5:45:55 PM): Just do it. smokeynotabandit (5:46:10 PM): Yeah. twosidedshocker (5:46:40 PM): Guess... that's all it takes. Thanks. smokeynotabandit (5:46:52 PM): Don't mention it. twosidedshocker (5:47:41 PM): *soft sigh* Gonna... need to go. Do it. smokeynotabandit (5:47:51 PM): Be safe. twosidedshocker (5:48:09 PM): *very long pause* twosidedshocker (5:48:13 PM): Yeah. smokeynotabandit (5:48:30 PM): ........*softer* You got people who care about you. twosidedshocker (5:50:14 PM): I.... know. [hangs up]
Dropping the phone onto the receiver, Dante rested his forehead against the glass in the booth. It was graffitied and disgusting and he didn't notice. People who cared about him. He had someone who cared about him in the fucking hotel room waiting, someone who didn't need to know where he was going, just followed because.... because.... fuck knew why she had followed. Idiot woman. Beautiful woman. He needed to get back there.
Slamming open the door, Dante stomped out to his bike, the beautiful machine dusty but glistening despite it. He thought about Roger riding it the first time, the only time. He thought about Ipsy flouncing about and making an ass of the guy. Well, that did it. He needed to kill Sophie and get the fuck home. Roger couldn't be left to that weird bitch's clutches.
Kicking the bike into gear, he sped off back to the hotel. First, fuck Erin. Then shower, get dressed, go find Sophie and get this over with.