[TM] I just pick up the phone, and I call you...
Moe was going to kill someone. She'd had the damn thing when she got on the plane, and she hadn't *used* it on the plane, so it should still be...
"Motherfucker." she sighed triumphantly, pulling her phone from her carry on. Switching it on, she waited for it to power up and muttered to herself as she finally dialed Eve's number.
"Think you can fuck with me? Think again. If I wasn't in LA and getting me some, I'd be a real bitch to deal with right now..." she murmured, bringing the phone to her ear as she tossed her bag on the bed in the middle of her hotel room. "C'mon, Eve, pick up..."
Eve was just finishing up a call with Lindsey, that wasn't exactly what she had wanted to do Monday night, but then again she never really planned much of anything when it came to having people call her out of the blue for advice on
their new girlfriends. Thankfully Moe beeped in and she clicked over as
quickly as she could.
"Thank God. I just spent the last half hour convincing Lindsey that he's a decent guy for worrying about Cordelia's parents opinion of him. I take it your in Los Angeles and air-travel cranky right?"
"You know those big fat guys who fall asleep with their head on your shoulder and drool a lot when you fly?" Moe replied pointedly, walking
around to flop back on the bed dramatically. "I'll track that fucker down
and kill him... soon as I take a nap. And get laid. That, too. How's Boston?"
"Boston is Boston," Eve mused nearly laughing that Moe didn't take the chance to take a stab at Lindsey when she had the shot, "and don't think that I don't know why you're calling either. You might treat me like a sister, but you don't call me when you get settled in the hotel unless you want something, and I'm betting it's not how to cheat the mini bar either."
Eve sighed bringing up her address book on her computer, "You know I was about to walk out of the office too, and then what would you have done?" Of course she had Ty's number on her cell, but it was probably his old one.
"I *do* treat you like a sister... that's why I'm lazy and I call you up for the pretty boy's number." Moe drawled with a grin on her end. "So? You gonna give it to me, or do I have to start making dirty jokes about your boy toy?"
"One track mind Moe, I swear you're the worst one I know. Hold on I'm getting it for you," Eve scrolled through the list shaking her head slightly, "Okay this is his cell, but I don't take any blame for the amount of cranky he is or where he is at the current moment. Don't complain to me if he's with some hooker, or worse... though I can't even think of what's worse than a hooker at the moment. 323-555-1678 that's the number and I wash my hands of it all."
"Just get a red hat and call yourself Santa Clause, babe." Moe grinned, leaping off the bed and moving over to the table in her room. Grabbing the complimentary pen and stationary, she jotted down the number, repeating it back under her breath. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna see if I can celebrate Christmas a little early this year."
"Already way too much information, just please try to remember that you actually do have work to do out there tomorrow?" Eve sighed and hung up Moe getting ready to finally head out the door.
Moe blinked, then rolled her eyes as she ended the call on her end, then dialed the number Eve had given her, whistling a cheerful, tuneless melody as she listened to it ring on the other end. "C'mon, Ty, pick it up..."
Heading up the three floor walk up to his loft Ty heard his cell phone start to ring, the tune from The Dust Brothers muffled in his pocket as he reached for his keys with one hand and then swapping hands and grabbing his phone. A quick glance to the caller ID showed a number, but no name. It wasn't that late that he had to really worry about someone calling him with trouble.... but it was still odd. "Anson," was the one word answer.
Wow... now that had to be one of the greatest voices she'd ever heard. And she'd heard a lot...
"Can I just ask you... what the *hell* did you do to Eve to make her so goddamn convinced that you're an unscrupulous asshole?" Moe asked teasingly by way of greeting as she ambled back over to sit on the edge of
the bed.
Key slipped into his door as he pressed the toe of his shoe up against the bottom lifting it up to work past the warped corner of the door as his shoulder pushed into it to push it open, a deep laugh came up as Eve was mentioned straight away, "Monique Fender... to what do I owe the pleasure?" Tossing his keys on the kitchen counter he heard his dog running full force toward him, "Hey Baskin, you need out?" The howl that came after that was a resounding request for the outdoors. "I'm taking my dog out, you're going to have to tolerate that for a bit, but what's up? I mean Eve gave you the number, either that or it pays to be the bosses daughter."
The man had a dog... Osiris, this just got better and better. "No sweat, pet... and it's a little of both. But it only pays to be the boss's daughter 'cause Eve happens to looove my daddy. But not like *that*, otherwise her boyfriend would kick my dad's ass."
"So... dog, huh? What kind?" she asked, laying back comfortably.
"Well, I'll figure out if I owe Eve or should tell her to keep her nose outta my business later."
Baskin was already tearing down the stairs the retractable leash clunking loudly down the stairs behind him as Ty shut the door and headed back downstairs behind him, "Vizla mix, not that I went looking for the guy... ended up with him by default. He's good though, doesn't tear up my shit, doesn't piss on my floor. Fetches when he feels like it." Ty reached the landing and bent down to pick up the leash as he opened the door to the street letting Baskin head out in front of him.
Moe listened to him talk, not just to enjoy his voice, but get a read on him. And it was pretty easy to read under the misanthropic bullshit.
"Wow... that is so cute." she grinned into the phone. "You *love* that
dog."
"Yeah whatever," Ty knew he cared about the mutt, and it was hard to just turn his back on him after the week it spent at the shelter. He ended up with it after a job, son of a bitch jumped bail, got a dog and tried to make with a normal life. Ty hauled his ass back in and dropped the mutt at the pound. He didn't expect that no one wouldn't want it. A week passed and they called him up telling him that it was either pick him up, or... other things. Ty was a bastard, but the dog didn't do anything wrong, so Ty picked him up. "Come on, Bas.."
The dog bounded toward him a bit happier now that it had gone to the bathroom and they headed back to the apartment, "Look, I know you didn't call to listen to me take the dog for a piss, so... this a social call? A dry run for some phone sex? I mean what am I walking into here?"
Moe laughed, rolling her eyes. "Man, if I'm having any sex? It's not gonna be on the phone. I walk a fine line between wanton trollop and dirty slut... but I've yet to stoop to dirty slut, so I figger I call you, make with a little chit chat... end up doing dinner or drinks. Where's a girl gotta go in this town to have a good time?"
Ty must have been less than aware than he usually was, pulling his cell from his ear he double checked the number, not exactly local but then again cell phones could travel. Shaking his head he ran his hand over his hair, letting the dog back in the apartment, "In this town? So you might have opened with that... I mean I'm just saying."
Slamming his door shut he kicked it the rest of the way with his foot as he walked back into the main area, kicking Baskin's toys out of the way as he wandered toward the fridge to grab water for the dog and for himself. Dog was damn spoiled, bottled water for the lot of them, "Well we can do dinner, then drink, then well... I get to use my cheap lines on you. Maybe if you're nice I'll tell you why Eve thinks I'm the devil incarnate."
"Good point." she giggled. "When we meet, I'll tell you about the fat guy who drooled on my shoulder on the plane... I blame him for my memory lapse."
"So," she drawled, rolling over on her stomach, "what're some good places to eat out here? My dad's told me about a bunch of places before, but the last time he was in LA? They were *building* Graumann's Chinese Theatre, dig me?"
The remark got a laugh from Ty as he moved back toward the door looking for his keys. He remembered unlocking the door... "What are you in the mood for? Besides my company? Oh! Early and I'm already dosing you with the cheap lines... Anyway it's not like there's a shortage of variety around here."
Spotting his keys on the counter he took a light jog over there and scooped them up shoving them into his pocket. "We're going to decide before I get to the truck too... I'm not going to be one of those assholes
that talks on the phone while he drives."
"Hey! *I'm* one of those assholes!" Moe protested jokingly. "Or wait... I'd be one of those cunts. So, food, food... I could go for some good Thai. Spicier the better. Know a place?"
"Yeah I figured you'd be one of *those* people, can't live without the phone at least an arms length from you right? I've lost my phone so many times, and it takes me days before I even notice the damn things gone." Looking both ways before he crossed he headed to his truck, "Yeah I know a Thai place. Tuk Tuk is pretty good over on Pico."
The door creaked a bit as he opened it sliding into the driver seat, "So are you a lost little girl in the big city? Should I be a somewhat decent guy and pick you up? Or is this the ultimate joke where I drive out somewhere and you call Eve up saying you got payback on her behalf?"
"Dude, I don't even know what you did yet." Moe laughed, rising from the bed. "Well for starters, you *are* a decent guy... you can't help it, it's like genetic or something. I just got to my hotel twenty minutes ago, but? I'm starving, so I'm good to go. I oughta be sufficiently primped by the time you get here, so... pick me up? I'm at the Marriott on Sunset."
Ty started the engine and smirked, "Yeah worlds best kept secret right? I'll be down in fifteen, twenty if I actually stop at all the lights. I'll be the smug bastard in the black truck. Like you could miss me."
"Not even if I wanted to." Moe grinned. "So I'll catch you in twenty,
Tiger."
Laughing and shaking his head at the plethora of nicknames he's already been given he shrugs it off, "Already driving, I'll see ya in a bit. Hanging up now though." Without even waiting for a goodbye he presses end
and tosses the phone onto the passenger seat and with the first right hand turn he makes the thing sails onto the floor.
Moe's smile grew when he unceremoniously hung up on her, as promised. The guy was an unmitigated prick that loved dogs and helped damsels in
distress.
Laughing gleefully, Moe headed for her bag to grab some clothes... if she was lucky, she could grab a quick shower and dry her hair before he showed up.
****
Ten minutes later, Moe was thanking Bastet for heat-renewing shampoo as she ran her fingers through her hair. There was a brief glimmer of something almost like flame dancing over her hands, only not quite. Her powers were limited, being bound to a demon soul in a mortal frame, but pyrokenisis was the one gift she was extremely adept at using...especially when it came to drying her hair after a shower with no time to spare.
Shaking her head, she eyed herself with some satisfaction. Not too shabby for being just off the plane and having about five minutes left to dress. Fortunately, she'd long ago mastered the art of dressing in just under five minutes in order to survive high school.
Her wardrobe accommodated that...pull on a pair of black jeans. Guns and Roses sequined t-shirt. Step into sexiest pair of strappy heeled sandals could handle and still not break a leg in a fight. Hair loose, swipe on some lipstick...and with a minute left to spare, she just might be able to dab on some eyeliner.
When she emerged from her room, sliding her wallet into her back pocket and clipping her keys to her belt, she had to smile in satisfaction. She'd never missed a single bus in school, no matter how late she woke up, and she was still on a roll.
When she got to the elevator and hit the button, she was still gloating to herself when the door slid open to reveal Tyrese, apparently there to collect her. She would have been mad at herself...if he didn't look so damn *good.*
"*Thank* you, mighty Hathor, praise unto your name." she muttered under her breath to the Egyptian love goddess, grinning as she stepped into the elevator and hit the down button. As the doors slid shut, she turned to lean back against the wall and simply look her fill.
"Going down?" she couldn't resist teasing, folding her arms and leering at him playfully.
"Motherfucker." she sighed triumphantly, pulling her phone from her carry on. Switching it on, she waited for it to power up and muttered to herself as she finally dialed Eve's number.
"Think you can fuck with me? Think again. If I wasn't in LA and getting me some, I'd be a real bitch to deal with right now..." she murmured, bringing the phone to her ear as she tossed her bag on the bed in the middle of her hotel room. "C'mon, Eve, pick up..."
Eve was just finishing up a call with Lindsey, that wasn't exactly what she had wanted to do Monday night, but then again she never really planned much of anything when it came to having people call her out of the blue for advice on
their new girlfriends. Thankfully Moe beeped in and she clicked over as
quickly as she could.
"Thank God. I just spent the last half hour convincing Lindsey that he's a decent guy for worrying about Cordelia's parents opinion of him. I take it your in Los Angeles and air-travel cranky right?"
"You know those big fat guys who fall asleep with their head on your shoulder and drool a lot when you fly?" Moe replied pointedly, walking
around to flop back on the bed dramatically. "I'll track that fucker down
and kill him... soon as I take a nap. And get laid. That, too. How's Boston?"
"Boston is Boston," Eve mused nearly laughing that Moe didn't take the chance to take a stab at Lindsey when she had the shot, "and don't think that I don't know why you're calling either. You might treat me like a sister, but you don't call me when you get settled in the hotel unless you want something, and I'm betting it's not how to cheat the mini bar either."
Eve sighed bringing up her address book on her computer, "You know I was about to walk out of the office too, and then what would you have done?" Of course she had Ty's number on her cell, but it was probably his old one.
"I *do* treat you like a sister... that's why I'm lazy and I call you up for the pretty boy's number." Moe drawled with a grin on her end. "So? You gonna give it to me, or do I have to start making dirty jokes about your boy toy?"
"One track mind Moe, I swear you're the worst one I know. Hold on I'm getting it for you," Eve scrolled through the list shaking her head slightly, "Okay this is his cell, but I don't take any blame for the amount of cranky he is or where he is at the current moment. Don't complain to me if he's with some hooker, or worse... though I can't even think of what's worse than a hooker at the moment. 323-555-1678 that's the number and I wash my hands of it all."
"Just get a red hat and call yourself Santa Clause, babe." Moe grinned, leaping off the bed and moving over to the table in her room. Grabbing the complimentary pen and stationary, she jotted down the number, repeating it back under her breath. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna see if I can celebrate Christmas a little early this year."
"Already way too much information, just please try to remember that you actually do have work to do out there tomorrow?" Eve sighed and hung up Moe getting ready to finally head out the door.
Moe blinked, then rolled her eyes as she ended the call on her end, then dialed the number Eve had given her, whistling a cheerful, tuneless melody as she listened to it ring on the other end. "C'mon, Ty, pick it up..."
Heading up the three floor walk up to his loft Ty heard his cell phone start to ring, the tune from The Dust Brothers muffled in his pocket as he reached for his keys with one hand and then swapping hands and grabbing his phone. A quick glance to the caller ID showed a number, but no name. It wasn't that late that he had to really worry about someone calling him with trouble.... but it was still odd. "Anson," was the one word answer.
Wow... now that had to be one of the greatest voices she'd ever heard. And she'd heard a lot...
"Can I just ask you... what the *hell* did you do to Eve to make her so goddamn convinced that you're an unscrupulous asshole?" Moe asked teasingly by way of greeting as she ambled back over to sit on the edge of
the bed.
Key slipped into his door as he pressed the toe of his shoe up against the bottom lifting it up to work past the warped corner of the door as his shoulder pushed into it to push it open, a deep laugh came up as Eve was mentioned straight away, "Monique Fender... to what do I owe the pleasure?" Tossing his keys on the kitchen counter he heard his dog running full force toward him, "Hey Baskin, you need out?" The howl that came after that was a resounding request for the outdoors. "I'm taking my dog out, you're going to have to tolerate that for a bit, but what's up? I mean Eve gave you the number, either that or it pays to be the bosses daughter."
The man had a dog... Osiris, this just got better and better. "No sweat, pet... and it's a little of both. But it only pays to be the boss's daughter 'cause Eve happens to looove my daddy. But not like *that*, otherwise her boyfriend would kick my dad's ass."
"So... dog, huh? What kind?" she asked, laying back comfortably.
"Well, I'll figure out if I owe Eve or should tell her to keep her nose outta my business later."
Baskin was already tearing down the stairs the retractable leash clunking loudly down the stairs behind him as Ty shut the door and headed back downstairs behind him, "Vizla mix, not that I went looking for the guy... ended up with him by default. He's good though, doesn't tear up my shit, doesn't piss on my floor. Fetches when he feels like it." Ty reached the landing and bent down to pick up the leash as he opened the door to the street letting Baskin head out in front of him.
Moe listened to him talk, not just to enjoy his voice, but get a read on him. And it was pretty easy to read under the misanthropic bullshit.
"Wow... that is so cute." she grinned into the phone. "You *love* that
dog."
"Yeah whatever," Ty knew he cared about the mutt, and it was hard to just turn his back on him after the week it spent at the shelter. He ended up with it after a job, son of a bitch jumped bail, got a dog and tried to make with a normal life. Ty hauled his ass back in and dropped the mutt at the pound. He didn't expect that no one wouldn't want it. A week passed and they called him up telling him that it was either pick him up, or... other things. Ty was a bastard, but the dog didn't do anything wrong, so Ty picked him up. "Come on, Bas.."
The dog bounded toward him a bit happier now that it had gone to the bathroom and they headed back to the apartment, "Look, I know you didn't call to listen to me take the dog for a piss, so... this a social call? A dry run for some phone sex? I mean what am I walking into here?"
Moe laughed, rolling her eyes. "Man, if I'm having any sex? It's not gonna be on the phone. I walk a fine line between wanton trollop and dirty slut... but I've yet to stoop to dirty slut, so I figger I call you, make with a little chit chat... end up doing dinner or drinks. Where's a girl gotta go in this town to have a good time?"
Ty must have been less than aware than he usually was, pulling his cell from his ear he double checked the number, not exactly local but then again cell phones could travel. Shaking his head he ran his hand over his hair, letting the dog back in the apartment, "In this town? So you might have opened with that... I mean I'm just saying."
Slamming his door shut he kicked it the rest of the way with his foot as he walked back into the main area, kicking Baskin's toys out of the way as he wandered toward the fridge to grab water for the dog and for himself. Dog was damn spoiled, bottled water for the lot of them, "Well we can do dinner, then drink, then well... I get to use my cheap lines on you. Maybe if you're nice I'll tell you why Eve thinks I'm the devil incarnate."
"Good point." she giggled. "When we meet, I'll tell you about the fat guy who drooled on my shoulder on the plane... I blame him for my memory lapse."
"So," she drawled, rolling over on her stomach, "what're some good places to eat out here? My dad's told me about a bunch of places before, but the last time he was in LA? They were *building* Graumann's Chinese Theatre, dig me?"
The remark got a laugh from Ty as he moved back toward the door looking for his keys. He remembered unlocking the door... "What are you in the mood for? Besides my company? Oh! Early and I'm already dosing you with the cheap lines... Anyway it's not like there's a shortage of variety around here."
Spotting his keys on the counter he took a light jog over there and scooped them up shoving them into his pocket. "We're going to decide before I get to the truck too... I'm not going to be one of those assholes
that talks on the phone while he drives."
"Hey! *I'm* one of those assholes!" Moe protested jokingly. "Or wait... I'd be one of those cunts. So, food, food... I could go for some good Thai. Spicier the better. Know a place?"
"Yeah I figured you'd be one of *those* people, can't live without the phone at least an arms length from you right? I've lost my phone so many times, and it takes me days before I even notice the damn things gone." Looking both ways before he crossed he headed to his truck, "Yeah I know a Thai place. Tuk Tuk is pretty good over on Pico."
The door creaked a bit as he opened it sliding into the driver seat, "So are you a lost little girl in the big city? Should I be a somewhat decent guy and pick you up? Or is this the ultimate joke where I drive out somewhere and you call Eve up saying you got payback on her behalf?"
"Dude, I don't even know what you did yet." Moe laughed, rising from the bed. "Well for starters, you *are* a decent guy... you can't help it, it's like genetic or something. I just got to my hotel twenty minutes ago, but? I'm starving, so I'm good to go. I oughta be sufficiently primped by the time you get here, so... pick me up? I'm at the Marriott on Sunset."
Ty started the engine and smirked, "Yeah worlds best kept secret right? I'll be down in fifteen, twenty if I actually stop at all the lights. I'll be the smug bastard in the black truck. Like you could miss me."
"Not even if I wanted to." Moe grinned. "So I'll catch you in twenty,
Tiger."
Laughing and shaking his head at the plethora of nicknames he's already been given he shrugs it off, "Already driving, I'll see ya in a bit. Hanging up now though." Without even waiting for a goodbye he presses end
and tosses the phone onto the passenger seat and with the first right hand turn he makes the thing sails onto the floor.
Moe's smile grew when he unceremoniously hung up on her, as promised. The guy was an unmitigated prick that loved dogs and helped damsels in
distress.
Laughing gleefully, Moe headed for her bag to grab some clothes... if she was lucky, she could grab a quick shower and dry her hair before he showed up.
****
Ten minutes later, Moe was thanking Bastet for heat-renewing shampoo as she ran her fingers through her hair. There was a brief glimmer of something almost like flame dancing over her hands, only not quite. Her powers were limited, being bound to a demon soul in a mortal frame, but pyrokenisis was the one gift she was extremely adept at using...especially when it came to drying her hair after a shower with no time to spare.
Shaking her head, she eyed herself with some satisfaction. Not too shabby for being just off the plane and having about five minutes left to dress. Fortunately, she'd long ago mastered the art of dressing in just under five minutes in order to survive high school.
Her wardrobe accommodated that...pull on a pair of black jeans. Guns and Roses sequined t-shirt. Step into sexiest pair of strappy heeled sandals could handle and still not break a leg in a fight. Hair loose, swipe on some lipstick...and with a minute left to spare, she just might be able to dab on some eyeliner.
When she emerged from her room, sliding her wallet into her back pocket and clipping her keys to her belt, she had to smile in satisfaction. She'd never missed a single bus in school, no matter how late she woke up, and she was still on a roll.
When she got to the elevator and hit the button, she was still gloating to herself when the door slid open to reveal Tyrese, apparently there to collect her. She would have been mad at herself...if he didn't look so damn *good.*
"*Thank* you, mighty Hathor, praise unto your name." she muttered under her breath to the Egyptian love goddess, grinning as she stepped into the elevator and hit the down button. As the doors slid shut, she turned to lean back against the wall and simply look her fill.
"Going down?" she couldn't resist teasing, folding her arms and leering at him playfully.