Room 417, Sunday afternoon
Jaye's on the bored side, but she already spammed the voicemail of someone who's not even here, and the common room is all the way over there. So, not moving from her splayed position on the bed other than a vague reaching movement, she grabs her phone and dials a number.
"Sharon Tyler."
"How's my least favorite big sister?" Jaye greets her.
Sharon sighs. "Do you mind? I'm trying to work."
"It's Sunday."
"Yes, well, tomorrow's Monday and I have to be ready for court. So-"
"But it's Sunday," says Jaye.
"I can't help it if some people have a better work ethic than others," Sharon tells her.
"Yeah, I almost feel bad for you people," says Jaye. "Want to hear about my week?"
"No."
"Oh, come on, then you can tell Mom and Dad how I tried to be more family-oriented and you totally didn't care."
"If you want Mom and Dad to know how you're doing, talk to Mom and Dad," Sharon suggests.
"No. Mom will ask if I'm still wearing my hair like that and Dad will be all interested."
"Good, because I'm really not. I have to work on this-"
"So there was a carnival," Jaye says. "I had fun."
"That's nice except I don't care."
"I've been spending time with the cheerleader date person you so lovingly outed me about."
"You had it coming."
"And I got to spend some time at the beach."
"I actually care less than I did two minutes ago."
"And then there was all the drunken debauchery."
"I'd expect nothing less."
Jaye gets the feeling she isn't being as irritating as she could be. "And when I was in the shower this morning it felt like the water pressure was a little low. Maybe there's grit in the showerhead."
"Oh my god, Jaye. I'm hanging up the phone."
"And I have a date with a Jedi when I got to another planet in Flight class," she says, casually. "He doesn't know it yet but it will be awesome."
Sharon goes silent. "If you're on drugs, I can get you some numbers. Or Dad can. I bet Dad can. Should I call Dad?"
Jaye smiles. "Bye, Sharon."
Click.
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"Sharon Tyler."
"How's my least favorite big sister?" Jaye greets her.
Sharon sighs. "Do you mind? I'm trying to work."
"It's Sunday."
"Yes, well, tomorrow's Monday and I have to be ready for court. So-"
"But it's Sunday," says Jaye.
"I can't help it if some people have a better work ethic than others," Sharon tells her.
"Yeah, I almost feel bad for you people," says Jaye. "Want to hear about my week?"
"No."
"Oh, come on, then you can tell Mom and Dad how I tried to be more family-oriented and you totally didn't care."
"If you want Mom and Dad to know how you're doing, talk to Mom and Dad," Sharon suggests.
"No. Mom will ask if I'm still wearing my hair like that and Dad will be all interested."
"Good, because I'm really not. I have to work on this-"
"So there was a carnival," Jaye says. "I had fun."
"That's nice except I don't care."
"I've been spending time with the cheerleader date person you so lovingly outed me about."
"You had it coming."
"And I got to spend some time at the beach."
"I actually care less than I did two minutes ago."
"And then there was all the drunken debauchery."
"I'd expect nothing less."
Jaye gets the feeling she isn't being as irritating as she could be. "And when I was in the shower this morning it felt like the water pressure was a little low. Maybe there's grit in the showerhead."
"Oh my god, Jaye. I'm hanging up the phone."
"And I have a date with a Jedi when I got to another planet in Flight class," she says, casually. "He doesn't know it yet but it will be awesome."
Sharon goes silent. "If you're on drugs, I can get you some numbers. Or Dad can. I bet Dad can. Should I call Dad?"
Jaye smiles. "Bye, Sharon."
Click.
[Door and post is open.]