Call: Tegan Bell

[allisonmrose]

Date: January 22nd, 2011
Characters: Allison Rose, Tegan Bell
Location: via telephone, Alli is finally home after a long day at Forty-Two Cups.
Status: Private
Summary: Allison calls to give Tegan her verdict.
Completion: Complete

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[tegan_bell]

Tegan was in the middle of pulling on her corset when her phone began to ring.

You've been juggling two women, like some stupid circus clown, her ringtone declared. Telling them they both are the one.

"Aw, shit," she swore, arms up over her head, corset midway down, covering her face. She hopped up and down a few times before managing to get a grip and tear it off, throwing it in the corner by the door. Dexter barked in protest, scurrying to hide in the kitchen.

and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but you're not gonna stop me from having fun, Ani continued to sing.

"Sorry, Dex!" she said, diving in just fishnets toward the phone's location, resting on the corner table by the door.

So let's go- Tegan managed to pick up a few words before her cell would have kicked over to voicemail. She'd only had a split second to glance at the ID - a local Dallas number - before answering. No idea who it was, though.

"Hello? she managed, doing her best not to sound like she'd just run up a flight of stairs.

[allisonmrose]

Allison tapped her foot on the wood floor of her kitchen, listening to the ringing on the other line. She had just about given up when the other line was answered out of breath. She paused to give the other person a minute before answering with a smile -- glad someone had picked up. "Tegan? I'm sorry to call so late but this is Allison Rose. We ran into each other the other day?"

[tegan_bell]

"Allison!" she responded, a relieved smile spreading across her face. She'd had a brief flash of fear that one of her Rocky Horror castmates was calling out and she'd have to juggle and rearrange the cast at the last-minute. "Not too late for me, actually; I kinda keep weird hours." She laughed a bit and grabbed her robe, shrugging it on - not that Allison could see that she was half-naked, but she felt better being dressed while talking to someone who might conceivably want to show her art.

She scooped up Dexter from his hiding spot by the dishwasher and plopped down on her sofa, pushing aside her French maid costume. "I've got a couple of minutes, I take it you got a chance to look through my website?"

[allisonmrose]

Allison laughed, very glad that it hadn't been too late. "I'm glad that it wasn't too late then. I did and I am very happy with what I saw. You have a very keen eye and an amazing talent there," she grinned. She had shown Brianna on Thursday evening and she was convinced that this was the sort of art she had been looking for. Was it necessarily always cheerful and happy? Probably not, no. Was it something that would make a person feel and think? She sure as hell hoped so - it made her think and made her feel something different.

"I'm very interested in having your work being on display at the opening. I was thinking that it can run for at least a month? That is, if you're still interested as well and that works for you," she grinned, biting on her bottom lip nervously for a minute before letting it be. Nervous habits die hard.