[She didn't even wait for him to speak when she heard the sound of the phone being picked up.] Just calling to tell you that I thought you were really good today.
[as it happens, he's just gotten in from work - and he'd had the best day photographing this girl's pooch in a ballerina tutu... so, innocently, Matt assumes this is her.] Any time. I'm glad you took a chance on me.
Hey, I'm Matt. [he offers, smiling a little. She sounded sweet.] It's cool - miscalls happen. Uh, hope you call the right guy next... we sorta like pick-me-ups every now and then about how we look.
[She swallowed so hard, it was almost like a gulp. Then she laughed a bit because he couldn't see how corny she was being here.]
You mean drunken miscalls. It might have been worse, I was thinking of sexting. [She laughed softly, partly making a joke here. Partly serious.]
Me too, but I think I can't remember their number right now. I hope that you don't mind? I like talking to someone when I am drunk. Lots of mixed feelings and stuff and I am rambling my head off here.
...but, I don't know how you look, Matt. You have a very sensual voice. Will that work in this instance?
You're drunk? [he laughs. She didn't sound too far off if so. Maybe she had a high tolerance?] No, I get it -- god, no! I just - have a sore throat. Heh. [self-conciously, he clears it. Hates how huskier he sounds now. Jeez.] So.. Jenna. Talk away. I'm a good listener. [maybe 'cause he doesn't talk much without direction.]
Oh...yeah...[She face-palmed hard and then giggled softly.] Tequila and beer, then I just started drinking tequila. I was at a friend's party, all married couples. I had to come home, because it was so boring!
Oh no, a sore throat? I'm sorry...I can let you go? Not good to talk on a sore throat...you should gargle with salt water, and something. I don't remember, may be some tequila? [She began to giggle again. Not only was she drunk, but she was a bit high, but why tell him that?]
Not gonna lie, sore throat or not, you have a nice voice...
No - it doesn't do anything for me. I don't have to work tomorrow, so I'll be fine. [he's just glad the kids are asleep right now and he doesn't have to really talk too much.]
--Thank you.. [softer, more shy. He wasn't used to compliments. Not from strangers. And it'd be too typical to say she had, too - even if it were true. Matt merely lay back a bit, reaching for the book on his bedside once more.] Um.
Tequila didn't do anything for you? Oh my god, are you a robot?! Well, that is good, I forgot my work schedule...and I for-see much Tylenol, cold rags, and a toilet close by in my future, but I can have high hopes that I won't!
No, no thank you...Because it was so cool to just call some random number and get what sounds like a hot guy on the other line. Thank you! You can tell me off, or hang up any time you need too. You sound like I am totally making you uncomfy...I get it. Hopefully, I didn't wake your wife and kids, or may be your husband, or may be all three, or may be your cats? I have no idea, but I know how people can be about those sort of things. Though, you still are talking to me, which is nice. I'm kind of afraid to close my eyes right now, I'll have nightmares. I always have nightmares...
No -- I meant. [he breaks off again, helpless as she carries on. He's mesmerised; that is some babble!
He didn't drink much, so even tequila wouldn't. Salt water made him feel sick, so...
No, it was nice to talk to someone who didn't seem to worry when he got quiet. And, he wasn't married... no one in the frame. He has kids, but not.. that kind. Cats was good, a warm guess!
...Yeah. Matt wants to say all this, but the last part worries him enough it's out of his head.] I'm sorry, that's... What about, Jenna.
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[Jenna waits for the phone to pick up, and once it does she is all smiles and all trying to be smooth. Two things she is far, far from at the moment.
Hey baby! I just wanted to call and tell you that I think you are like, cute or something...
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[Jenna had to hide her face on the other side of the phone.]
You might as well call me Jenna, or drunken idiot would work about now.
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You mean drunken miscalls. It might have been worse, I was thinking of sexting. [She laughed softly, partly making a joke here. Partly serious.]
Me too, but I think I can't remember their number right now. I hope that you don't mind? I like talking to someone when I am drunk. Lots of mixed feelings and stuff and I am rambling my head off here.
...but, I don't know how you look, Matt. You have a very sensual voice. Will that work in this instance?
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Oh no, a sore throat? I'm sorry...I can let you go? Not good to talk on a sore throat...you should gargle with salt water, and something. I don't remember, may be some tequila? [She began to giggle again. Not only was she drunk, but she was a bit high, but why tell him that?]
Not gonna lie, sore throat or not, you have a nice voice...
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--Thank you.. [softer, more shy. He wasn't used to compliments. Not from strangers. And it'd be too typical to say she had, too - even if it were true. Matt merely lay back a bit, reaching for the book on his bedside once more.] Um.
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No, no thank you...Because it was so cool to just call some random number and get what sounds like a hot guy on the other line. Thank you! You can tell me off, or hang up any time you need too. You sound like I am totally making you uncomfy...I get it. Hopefully, I didn't wake your wife and kids, or may be your husband, or may be all three, or may be your cats? I have no idea, but I know how people can be about those sort of things. Though, you still are talking to me, which is nice. I'm kind of afraid to close my eyes right now, I'll have nightmares. I always have nightmares...
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He didn't drink much, so even tequila wouldn't. Salt water made him feel sick, so...
No, it was nice to talk to someone who didn't seem to worry when he got quiet. And, he wasn't married... no one in the frame. He has kids, but not.. that kind. Cats was good, a warm guess!
...Yeah. Matt wants to say all this, but the last part worries him enough it's out of his head.] I'm sorry, that's... What about, Jenna.
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M'sorry, I cut you off there...[She sighs again, and then coughs softly.]
Big, hulking demon thingies with very sharp curvy blades that puncture my chest, on loop...[She hiccuped again, sighing gently.]
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