Kane calling Circe
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Circe doesn't recognize the number. Work maybe? Feds? Telemarketer? Well, she had a way to irk the last two.
"Saluti e saluti. Se vuoi una registrazione, fottutamente male. Hai invece questa cagna." Comes out in rapid fire Italian with a happy customer service tone. After a brief pause she more bluntly asks, "Who is it and what are ya selling?"
There's a pause of a few seconds before any response.
"Uh, hi. My name is Kane Harlow. Not selling anything. Fortunately. Just looking to connect with the local anger management club and I was given your number. Is there a place we can talk?"
"Ooooh," she perks up and Kane will hear some clanking and clinking of ceramics. Kane picks up her muttering in Italian, "Dove cazzo ho messo la mia cazzo di tazza di caffè? Oh, ecco che cazzo sei.." Circe is happier now, so probably coffee. "Well, I am proud ta let ya know I'm queen bitch of the univ, wait, the club. Not the universe. Ain't THAT bad," she loudly sips something, "Working on it. And certainly there are so many places."
She sips again. "Do ya prefer public, semi-private, or private? I can then divide by food options, but the last I got a place with alcohol and dinners."
When Circe calls herself the queen bitch of the universe she hears a soft chuckle from the other end of the line.
"I prefer private." Code speak is so confusing sometimes. "Though I think our club has a meeting coming up*?"
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"That makes sense. I'll be happy ta meet ya there," she acknowledges, "It'll be at ____" confirming the time and place.
"Just look fer the blue jerk in a suit. That'll be me."
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Another laugh escapes through the line.
"Roger that. See you there."
Happy to accommodate! Closing the thread so it'll be in continuity the same day as the coronation.
Oops. Closing now.