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Who: Jess Winters (Sleeping Beauty) and Napoleon Hart (The Emperor)
What: Phone calls to see why that mofo didn't show up to paint.
When: Monday afternoon.
Status/Rating: Incomplete/PG-13 to R, as Jess tends to swear.
Ring, ring. There's the sounds of people milling around, laughing, chatting in the background, though that could be the tv. Somewhere, the distinct sound of Rose Bloom inquiring after alcohol wafts into the mouthpiece. Jess pauses before speaking, and the phone shifts noisily from one shoulder to another. She is, perhaps, in a marginally better mood than normal, despite the cirucmstances. That's SoCo and lemonade for you. "Emerson? Emerson, hey--Jess. Where the hell are you?"