MHA #7: Saturday Evening
Another Saturday evening with nothing to do but watch TV and text people and leave yet another series of voice messages
It had been almost two months since she left Absaroka county and thus far she had received ZERO messages at home. None. Nada. Zip. What the hell was wrong with them?
Finally she tossed her cell phone on her end table, cracked open a can of Rainier and settled back to an evening of horrifying TV.
Specifically Mega Shark vs. Crocosaurus on SyFy.
"Shit. Is that Urkel?"
And that's when her phone rang. She let out a groan and picked it up and answered it without looking at the number. "For the last time Ralph, it's my day off. I'm not coming in because someone reported dinosaurs wearing wigs."
"Jesus Vic! Who the hell is Ralph?"
Vic jumped out of her seat in surprise. "Ferg? Where the fuck have you been?"
"What are you talking about? You just went into that big glowy thing less than five minutes ago," Ferg replied.
"Five minutes? I've been here two months!"
"What are you talking about? You just left! I would have picked up your phone call but I've been on the phone with Ruby! Branch has been shot!" Ferg shouted back.
"What?! Who did it?"
"I don't know! I couldn't tell because I got about five thousands texts from you while I was on the phone with Ruby and... shit, three hundred voice mails? What the hell? Listen, Walt is taking Branch to the hospital on the rez. I got to go meet him. I'll call you back in a minute."
"What?" Vic shouted. "WAIT NO! DON'T HANG UP! DON'T-"
Vic sighed as she heard the dial tone. "Hang up. Shit."
After that she turned off the TV and headed out of her apartment.
Screw the beer. She needed tequila.
"God damn island."
It had been almost two months since she left Absaroka county and thus far she had received ZERO messages at home. None. Nada. Zip. What the hell was wrong with them?
Finally she tossed her cell phone on her end table, cracked open a can of Rainier and settled back to an evening of horrifying TV.
Specifically Mega Shark vs. Crocosaurus on SyFy.
"Shit. Is that Urkel?"
And that's when her phone rang. She let out a groan and picked it up and answered it without looking at the number. "For the last time Ralph, it's my day off. I'm not coming in because someone reported dinosaurs wearing wigs."
"Jesus Vic! Who the hell is Ralph?"
Vic jumped out of her seat in surprise. "Ferg? Where the fuck have you been?"
"What are you talking about? You just went into that big glowy thing less than five minutes ago," Ferg replied.
"Five minutes? I've been here two months!"
"What are you talking about? You just left! I would have picked up your phone call but I've been on the phone with Ruby! Branch has been shot!" Ferg shouted back.
"What?! Who did it?"
"I don't know! I couldn't tell because I got about five thousands texts from you while I was on the phone with Ruby and... shit, three hundred voice mails? What the hell? Listen, Walt is taking Branch to the hospital on the rez. I got to go meet him. I'll call you back in a minute."
"What?" Vic shouted. "WAIT NO! DON'T HANG UP! DON'T-"
Vic sighed as she heard the dial tone. "Hang up. Shit."
After that she turned off the TV and headed out of her apartment.
Screw the beer. She needed tequila.
"God damn island."