Ring Ring Ring ring… ring… Ring.. Ring…. Riiiing Riiiiing…..
S: BABE! Its ME.
J: Ah Hell…What the fuck…?
S: I need you to come over.
J: Why? What’s happened?
S: Well… I happened, to be VERY precise. Can you bring, like, all the plastic sheeting and … all things plastic?
J: Are you taking the piss???
S: That would be funny. But no… I’m not.
J: Do I even ask?
S: Probably not a good idea.
S: I didn’t get his name… or hers.
J: TWO people???
S: Uhm… 4. But let’s not get stuck on details eh? Can you come over? Like, now?
S: What? Why..?
J: Kidding. I am on my way.
S: Cool. I have everything else… and one of them had a full pack of smokes. So SCORE!
J: You are not well in the head, kid.
S: Oh, I know.
J: Fucking hell. OK. Be there in ten.
S: Okay. Hurry.
J: Keep your panties on, I am ON MY WAY.
S: Oh… fuck.. speaking of panties..
J: Stop talking. I don’t want to know what that means.
S: All good. I found them.
J: I’m hanging up now.
S: Cool. Cool. I will put the kettle on.