Spring calls Summer
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A blue hand shoots out to the noise. Misses as it sends a empty tequila bottle clattering to the floor.
Grope, grope, grope, grab.
"Ciaooooooo?" a haggard voice moans into the phone. Goodie, Circe has a hangover.
Choosing not to say anything about the haggard voice, "Hey, it's Sera! Hope I'm not waking you." though clearly, she was. "But we're hanging out at Funderland and ran into someone you should meet. Summer seems to be his season."
"Huh? Oh," brain fires up, Circe.exe is booting, "Oooooh. Cool. Imma get espresso and speed over. If ya hear cop sirens the ready ta open a gate ta help me hide."
She means it too. She was already on her way to the kitchen, tapping on her phone to get the espresso machine running.