[voice post] --- nice legs, daisy dukes
[Set after this ---- She's drunk. Supremely so, and she's whispering at the same volume she would shout at. Her words are more than a little slurred, and the music and shouts in the background suggest she's in a heavily packed bar.]
Mmreally really really drunk. [In a shockingly bad mock British accent--] I may... have had.... too much.... to drink.... Which, of course, is so very subjective to debate.... ing....
Oooh! It's really funny but you can't tell anyone! Me and Pseud---- I mean Verity [She giggles drunkenly] haven't paid for any drinks. At all! [She cackles - this is obviously hilarious and then suddenly she stops--]
But shhhhhhhhh, can't tell anyone. It's a secret, 'kay?
[Her trail of thought wanders off for a moment before she comes out with suddenly] Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. I want to sit down but, see, my shorts? Are really really short and my ass will get stuck to the stool if I sit on it.... Gets a bit too friendly with my ass, if you get my meaning... [Another giggle]
Hmmmmmmm, Daddy?! Mmnot coming into work tomorrow, sorry. I'm not making excuses or anything.... but I'm gunna have a fucking bad headache and you're seriously ugly right now. Really sorry. My head might, like, explode or something.
[In the background, you hear Pseudo shouting "BABE! GET THAT SWEET ASS UP HERE!" and the song changes, quite amusingly to Starstrukk by 3OH!3 (but not the Katy Perry version), the girls' favourite song of the night]
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, gotta dance, guys. Sure there was something else I needed to say. Shit.
[A random guy, who obviously hasn't noticed the phone by her ear, says something about her "Nice ass" and she gets a little pissy--] Yeah, yeah, my ass is fucking phenomenal but can't you see I'm on the phone? Jeesh.
Well, so long. Gotta get up with Pseud-- Verity. She's on the table, with what? Liiiiiiiiiiiiike....... four? No wait. Six?...... No, five guys. They're all gross and stuff [Triumphantly--] (a bit like you, Daddy..... and you Orestes!) but Verity's a really good liar and we're drunk and stuff so who cares?!
Ohhhh yeah, this guy? Fernando? Or Frederick.... Started with an 'F'..... Whatever, he says he's taking me home tonight.
[Insert long pause]
Huh.
[Another pause]
Oh, whoops, yes, table.
Sorry about the language, daddy!
[All gooey and girly---] Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Mwah! Mwah!
[End of transmission...... after about ten minutes of extra recording, namely the sounds of Pseudo and Chry singing very loudly and quite badly and having obscene conversations with their harems..... :/]
Mmreally really really drunk. [In a shockingly bad mock British accent--] I may... have had.... too much.... to drink.... Which, of course, is so very subjective to debate.... ing....
Oooh! It's really funny but you can't tell anyone! Me and Pseud---- I mean Verity [She giggles drunkenly] haven't paid for any drinks. At all! [She cackles - this is obviously hilarious and then suddenly she stops--]
But shhhhhhhhh, can't tell anyone. It's a secret, 'kay?
[Her trail of thought wanders off for a moment before she comes out with suddenly] Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. I want to sit down but, see, my shorts? Are really really short and my ass will get stuck to the stool if I sit on it.... Gets a bit too friendly with my ass, if you get my meaning... [Another giggle]
Hmmmmmmm, Daddy?! Mmnot coming into work tomorrow, sorry. I'm not making excuses or anything.... but I'm gunna have a fucking bad headache and you're seriously ugly right now. Really sorry. My head might, like, explode or something.
[In the background, you hear Pseudo shouting "BABE! GET THAT SWEET ASS UP HERE!" and the song changes, quite amusingly to Starstrukk by 3OH!3 (but not the Katy Perry version), the girls' favourite song of the night]
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, gotta dance, guys. Sure there was something else I needed to say. Shit.
[A random guy, who obviously hasn't noticed the phone by her ear, says something about her "Nice ass" and she gets a little pissy--] Yeah, yeah, my ass is fucking phenomenal but can't you see I'm on the phone? Jeesh.
Well, so long. Gotta get up with Pseud-- Verity. She's on the table, with what? Liiiiiiiiiiiiike....... four? No wait. Six?...... No, five guys. They're all gross and stuff [Triumphantly--] (a bit like you, Daddy..... and you Orestes!) but Verity's a really good liar and we're drunk and stuff so who cares?!
Ohhhh yeah, this guy? Fernando? Or Frederick.... Started with an 'F'..... Whatever, he says he's taking me home tonight.
[Insert long pause]
Huh.
[Another pause]
Oh, whoops, yes, table.
Sorry about the language, daddy!
[All gooey and girly---] Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Mwah! Mwah!
[End of transmission...... after about ten minutes of extra recording, namely the sounds of Pseudo and Chry singing very loudly and quite badly and having obscene conversations with their harems..... :/]