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WHO: Perry Holiday (THE GENIE) & Reagan Ong (THE IFRIT'S WIFE)
WHAT: Drunk-dialing his ex wife; what can possibly go wrong?
WHEN: Late Friday night / early Saturday morning
RATING: Uh, let's say R.

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For the first time in the course of the phone call, it sounds like the voice of Perry Holiday.

Now you trust me to know what you mean? Maybe you should tell me that too.

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His hand feels heavy and disconnected, but he rubs his forehead anyway, pinches the skin above one eyebrow. Though he hears his breathy, ironic laugh, he could be convinced that it was hers, or someone else on the balcony with him.

No, that game, that game I'm not so hot with.

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It's ballsy, but he's drunk, so he tries to co-opt that unwise goodwill into one more poor decision in Reagan's lengthy list, tries almost too quickly after she's finished speaking:

You could help me practice.

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Once it becomes clear that she didn't hear him, he feels relief and irritation in equal measure; somehow, the combination is the precise recipe for exhaustion. He snorts, not unpleasantly, but unwilling to consider why he is or is not feeling pleasant, or anything related to emotions at all. Emotions give him vertigo.

Way to be sensible.

He hangs up.