Frederick dove for his phone the moment he heard it ring. The number was fairly new, and so few people had it that he figured whatever it was would probably be important. Besides, the go-go boys had yet to show up, and he was still bored. "Hello?" he said into the phone, pulling it swiftly away from his ear when Bryan's voice came on, almost deafening him with his shout. "Wait, what?" he replied. "Did you just say rape...? Oh. Get you. Get you? Where the fuck are you?" The slurred unnecessary shouting was a sure sign the man was intoxicated. "Talk to me, Bryan!"
But seriously, the kid was so loud, it was like he was standing right here in the room with him. Wait. "Where are you exactly, man?" he asked again, forcing himself to be calm as he looked around the room trying to see if he was losing his mind. He didn't see him from where he sat, but that didn't stop him from feeling like he was close. He actually hoped the man was in Manhattan, at least, and not all the way out in Bumfuck, Connecticut or something like that. Damn Bryan for having this effect on him. He'd actually felt a pang of concern, and anger at the kid for getting himself into a bad situation.