Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 22:00:50 GMT -5
(Again, just a little more background fodder.)
(1/19/17)
New York City, NY
(Off-camera)
"Hey.
"Yeah, I dropped him off at the airport several hours ago.
"Well, I had errands to run. Do you want me to put a tracking device on him? He's fine, fuck."
The becoming red-haired young woman walking down the streets of Williamsburg rolled her eyes at the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Look, there's no way he's going to be able to keep this up. Sooner or later, he'll melt down, and the cat won't be enough. And then, that's when I'll make the pitch," she reinforces, stopping briefly at the front of the Brick Theater as she listens to the person's response.
"You've got to be patient. This was your idea, remember? But we're equal partners here, so if it's going to be done, we're doing it my way.
"He's already building a fan base, and that's the first step. They CAN'T say no when the iron is hot to strike. Trust me," she assures.
A pause, and a sigh.
"Okay. Talk to you later."
With a press of the red button on the screen, the woman shakes her head and thumbs through her contact list, bringing up the name of Jake Munson. She leans against a nearby street lamp and dials the number, then presses the phone up to her ear.
"Hey Hubie! Did you get my present?" she asks with mock enthusiasm.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that. Whatcha doing?"
(1/19/17)
New York City, NY
(Off-camera)
"Hey.
"Yeah, I dropped him off at the airport several hours ago.
"Well, I had errands to run. Do you want me to put a tracking device on him? He's fine, fuck."
The becoming red-haired young woman walking down the streets of Williamsburg rolled her eyes at the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Look, there's no way he's going to be able to keep this up. Sooner or later, he'll melt down, and the cat won't be enough. And then, that's when I'll make the pitch," she reinforces, stopping briefly at the front of the Brick Theater as she listens to the person's response.
"You've got to be patient. This was your idea, remember? But we're equal partners here, so if it's going to be done, we're doing it my way.
"He's already building a fan base, and that's the first step. They CAN'T say no when the iron is hot to strike. Trust me," she assures.
A pause, and a sigh.
"Okay. Talk to you later."
With a press of the red button on the screen, the woman shakes her head and thumbs through her contact list, bringing up the name of Jake Munson. She leans against a nearby street lamp and dials the number, then presses the phone up to her ear.
"Hey Hubie! Did you get my present?" she asks with mock enthusiasm.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that. Whatcha doing?"