Costa de Sol/Kalm - 12:37am (Phone Conversation)
Who: Charity, Chastity
Status: Closed
When: 12:37 am
Where: Costa del Sol - Nightclub office.
What: After pulling herself away from the ongoing party, Charity's finally able to make an important call to Chastity.
She’d been trying to get away from the party for hours now, but each attempt she found somebody else either wanting to dance, or offering a round of drinks. It wasn’t something she could refuse, and it was the whole reason as to why she was feeling unnaturally loud and happy while she tripped her way into the managerial office.
Walking over to the desk, Charity didn’t bother with the chair, and instead, flopped herself down to lay across the flat surface. It was wonderfully cool to the touch, and she’d almost forgotten the entire reason why she came up here while she enjoyed the sensation. Blue eyes slipped closed momentarily though as she reached down to pull the PHS from the holster strapped to her thigh.
There was no need to look at the dial pad as she typed in the number, and with the club’s music beating softly in the background, she held the cell up to her ear and waited.
Status: Closed
When: 12:37 am
Where: Costa del Sol - Nightclub office.
What: After pulling herself away from the ongoing party, Charity's finally able to make an important call to Chastity.
She’d been trying to get away from the party for hours now, but each attempt she found somebody else either wanting to dance, or offering a round of drinks. It wasn’t something she could refuse, and it was the whole reason as to why she was feeling unnaturally loud and happy while she tripped her way into the managerial office.
Walking over to the desk, Charity didn’t bother with the chair, and instead, flopped herself down to lay across the flat surface. It was wonderfully cool to the touch, and she’d almost forgotten the entire reason why she came up here while she enjoyed the sensation. Blue eyes slipped closed momentarily though as she reached down to pull the PHS from the holster strapped to her thigh.
There was no need to look at the dial pad as she typed in the number, and with the club’s music beating softly in the background, she held the cell up to her ear and waited.