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Post by Rory Blackwolf on May 15, 2014 17:36:30 GMT
It'd been a nice couple days off, even though Rory had been horrified that Ethan was actually firing her instead of giving her time off of work. And on that second day, she hoped it'd stay that way just for the night, for her own reasons. True, a work-a-holic, but.. sometimes things happened. So while she sat at home, chewing at her nails with one hand, her cell phone in the other, she flicked through the contacts until she came to Ethan Bostowick's name an clicked the call button. Letting it ring, she wouldn't say a word until she was sure he'd pick up, and if it went to voicemail, well, she'd just have to try again in a little bit.
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Post by Ethan Bostowick on May 15, 2014 17:47:08 GMT
Ethan, on the other hand, was tired. He was very tired. Somewhere between the medication and the lack of appetite, he'd been all but holed up in his office. He reached out though, and almost rapid-fire-fast, snatched up his phone an' picked it up, answering. "Bost'wick." He didn't even bother to check who called!
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Post by Rory Blackwolf on May 15, 2014 17:53:05 GMT
That tired voice echoed through her receiver and Rory plastered on a smile and sucked in a breath to keep her nerves from shaking. Already she'd posted on her Facebook her whole reasoning, and she didn't even think about until after the heard the first ring on the other end. "Ethan, it's Rory," knee-jerk reaction, she always announced it was her, "I just had a question, uhm," why was she so nervous? It's not like she had to be, she never had been before. Then again, she had a reason tonight. A short pause, then Rory's smile faltered and it could be heard in her voice, "I was just wondering if I still had tonight off, is all, uhm, I don't.." the awful lie, "feel well?" God it sounded fine in her head, but the execution was horrible.
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Post by Ethan Bostowick on May 15, 2014 17:59:23 GMT
...He was amused, he really was. In Ethan's profession, not being able to sort out a lie from the truth got you killed and got you killed quick. So, in a way, the man could tell out and out, she was lying. Her speech patterns, her hesitation. She was an honest person, and lying did her no particular favors. "Ye still 'ave ih' off, aye.. Soon as ye tell me why t'feck yer lyin' yer big, round, arse off 'bouh' bein' sick." Vulgar, but still polite! In his own way!
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Post by Rory Blackwolf on May 15, 2014 18:05:25 GMT
Rory's face went pale; he'd seen right through her. Not that she could blame him, it was karma biting her in the ass. A light flush settled over her cheeks and she let out a small breath, "O-oh," she mumbled at first, trying to think of something else to say. Given their relationship, it seemed.. strange, to her, to say the absolute truth, but yet, why'd she need to lie? "I have a date." And as soon as she said it, confidence came straight back, "I have a date with a nice man who wants to take me to dinner and then go dancing. I just wanted to make sure you didn't need any help tonight."
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Post by Ethan Bostowick on May 15, 2014 18:16:20 GMT
...His face grew more than a little bit stony, and he did nothing to mask it. He was alone, and in his office.. But, like most of the men in his metaphorical office? He knew how to lie, and well. "Och, well t'en. I 'ope ye 'ave a good time 'boot ih' t'en. I'll need ye t'morrow nigh' to'. 'Round tennish. Means ye can go 'boot fixin' up yer sleep schedule nicely." Pause. Beat. "Don' go 'avin' too much fun, s'illegal roun' 'ere." Forcing out that joker with the fakest mirth he had in his voice.
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Post by Rory Blackwolf on May 15, 2014 18:22:07 GMT
All that tension she had for no reason left her, though she still had an uneasy feeling. She knew Ethan well, maybe not as well as she believed, but enough to know when something was off. Given the night off, all she could do was smile gratefully, though he couldn't see it, he'd hear it, "Thanks, Ethan." Did he just joke? Was that a joke? She laughed, a scoff of a giggle, "Yes Bossman. I'll see you tomorrow night, then. I'll even bring cookies! Later!"
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Post by Ethan Bostowick on May 15, 2014 18:25:07 GMT
"Ciao." Saying lazily as he hung up that phone, letting it click as he leaned back, staring at the offending inanimate object.
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