Within the common room of the Theatre, Avis got out her new burner and, after looking up the number from her old one, she dialed the number of the only frat drug dealer she'd met...
Within the common room of the Theatre, Avis got out her new burner and, after looking up the number from her old one, she dialed the number of the only frat drug dealer she'd met...
A Groggy, scratchy voice comes on the line, "Hello?" A pause, "Listen, Marcie, you are a great lay and all but for fucks sake; leave me alone."
Pen and paper.
Preparation is a thing, yo. Always. Name, addresses, times? Prepared.
Watching Avis make the phone call July just sat back and listened to what he could hear. Looking at Star he took out his own pen and paper to take notes. Always cover for missed words because not everyone spoke clear.
Faye sat and eagerly awaited on whatever Avis was able to get. She absently rotated a cup of coffee on the table while watching. Then, she sees Star and July look like they were going to take notes, and guesses she better as well. She rummages around in her bag and finds a pen and some paper.
The Warlock's face twisted into a faint grimace as she listened to the frat boy's voice over the phone, and, just like that, she no longer gave a shit about what they might have to do to him.
"Yeah, not Marcie, Casanova," she replied into the receiver, glad that nothing visual could be transmitted over the device in her hand. "It's a customer. Wanting to buy shit. So, get a pen and I'll put in an order."
“Where you at?” The voice says, gaining strength as he wakes up. “Cus, I ain't in Sac-town right now.” The phone comes away from the person's head as the owner of the phone moves.
"Well, fuck, man, I need a hook up," Avis replied, needing no help sounding disappointed and a bit desperate. This was her only lead, after all, unless they wanted to kidnap the frat president. "You gonna be back in town soon or can you, like, maybe give a referral? 'Cause, see, I shared some with a friend and now they also want some. Lot of money to be made, ya know?"
Hopefully that would help grease the wheels. Embrace your greed, you little shit, embrace your greed.
"Shit," The voice says, "It's the summer. I don't want to be reminded of that hell-hole till I have to." The voice laughs, evidently there's supposed to be a shared joke in there somewhere. "Listen. Gimme a number and I'll see if I got any bros still in the area. There might be one jerk off who probably has to do fucking Summer School." A long pause follows, "Alright, I got a pen."
Because paper-mate stick pens are the best for writing on a person's hand.
"Sweet! Ok, here it is," she gushed into the phone, trying to let the authentic gladness at a useful lead to sound like a gladness over drugs...And fuck that was messed up. No time to think about it, though. Instead she gave the number of her new burner to the frat boy and made a mental note to hide the phone somewhere other than inside the sanctum, just in case the Banishers were upping their security and tracking shit.
"So, hey, pass that number along, tell 'em it's a rush order with a large tip, and I promise to give you something to make it worth your while when you get back."
Yeah, gotta make sure to add the honey. Get the hornet to tell its hive.