Kenzi's Voicemail

[regretiz4suckas]

"Kenzi's Agency of Agency, You've got me, talk to me, tell me what you need!... and as soon as I'm done closing the next deal, you, you lucky person, will be hearing back from me

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[iwishiwasbig]

After getting Kenzi's message, Dave called her back.

"Hi, Kenzi? This is Dave Nelson. I appreciate the offer, but I'm making it a point to stay in my room until this all blows over, whenever that might be. But if you happen to be out and don't mind slipping something under the door, I'm in 307. Thanks!"

[regretiz4suckas]

[wtf, LJ, never ever got this.]

"Will do, Dave!"

[iwishiwasbig]

Not really recognizing the voice or number after a month, Dave called back.

"Hi, this is Dave again. Who is this and what are you going to do?"

[regretiz4suckas]

[heh, don't have to play this out, but why not?]

"Drop of weapons! Oh, this is Kenzi. Hey."

[charming_thief]

Office. Now.

Bring coffee. And a shovel, if you have one.

[dollpocalypse]

There was a voicemail from Topher that might not be entirely safe to listen to.

"BARS ARE COOL. BARS ARE REALLY REALLY COOL. And you know what's extra cool about bars is -- mmmmmmmm. Ohhhh, man. Ohmygod. Mmmm, yeaaaaah. IT'S ALL HOT. Pull up your shirt more."

That would be a heart reactor he was touching, Kenzi. Didn't the sex noises make sense now?

"Igottagokaybye."

[hoorayimrich]

It was possible that Topher had his phone stolen. Possible.

Topher is spitting whole peanuts projectile out of his mouth at the waitresses as they walk by and then yelling across the club that he had "no problem kicking any of their asses

[regretiz4suckas]

[zomg I'm sorry I didn't see this at the time. Damnit, LJ.]

[dollpocalypse]

i colored in the little watermark flags on my passport its stlil legit right?

[regretiz4suckas]

Of course!

Wait. Whyyy?