Silent stared at her cell phone for she didnt know how long. The cigarette that hung between her lips leaving ashes on the plastic screen. She had been putting off this call for a few days...But the fact was she couldnt handle the constant routine she had created.
Wake up. Eat. Sleep. Wake up. Eat. Go to the Ayslum. Break shit. Sleep. Eat. Return home. Wish people were around...Especially one Mr. Redfern. Drink...Drank..Wishing she could be drunk. Sleep.
See the trend? She slept alot. Or gave into alot of her vices. Pushing in the numbers she would toss the cigarette into the empty bottle of evan that sat on the ground.
Ring Ring Ring.
She didnt know how long it rang before that sweet southern accent came into play...Voicemail. Damn.
"Jane....Its Silent.I um. Jesus. Dammit woman. We need to put this shit behind us..Duke it out I dont know. I miss you. Give me a call."
A few other mummbles about her wishing she answered her phone could be heard in the background as she hung up. And tried to stand and not trip over the bottles and beer cans that littered the small space around the cot in her room at the Asylum. She should really head home.
Where had Jane been? She had been nursing herself into a stupor. Bed rest and some of her boys over Jack and Jim. Jane was partly a racist she left out the Mexican and the Scotsman. Jose and Johnny had no place in her drink. All American boys for the all American girl. She would have added some of that Wild Turkey but when she had gone to buy some, the place said they had sold the last bottles to some red head woman.
Country played in the background of her room from the black iPod sitting in it's little iHome. Black boots tossed on the side of the door where she had left them. Her jacket over a chair, her jeans some where on a growing pile of clothes in the room. She needed to wash. She'd call room service and get some of her stuff washed soon. There was a poker tournament coming up. A big pot, big enough to help with Redfern's dream. He promised she got to fight shit, so it was a good enough investment. One of the maids was a hot little number that Jane shagged up with a time or two. She wouldn't mind washing her stuff. Though currently Jane was thinking about that Blondie from the church. Her insane white eyes. Covered in blood and brains she was still a smokin' piece of tail.
The sound of Silent's ring tone reached Jane's ears. She mumbled about not being there. Course she was. Pillow was lifted and tossed over her head to make the sounds stop. After five rings, it did stop. The beeping letting her know she had a voicemail waiting. Taking a deep breath and rolling to her side she drab the phone and dial in her voicemail to get the message.
Listening to Silent's Mississippi accent, she smirked. Deleting the message she would call the swamp wolf back, only to get the voicemail.
"Ah'ma at M&J Hostel. Third flooah, Three Zero Fahve. Dooah's open."
Then hung up. Short and to the point. If Silent wanted to come over she was more than welcome. Chewing on her lower lip she debated on calling Ash. With a sure nod, she dialed up his cellphone and let it ring.
"Redfern, give me somethin' ta do. Ah'ma gettin' bored heah. Ah don't care if its gettin' ya dry cleanin' or lookin' for a lo-cal fo the offices. Ah need somethin'. We gotta talk. Ah was at that church befo it was burned down. Love ya, Red."
There were a few letters that Silent had been kind enough to take from the post and leave on his desk, and the alert light on his desk phone was blinking an angry red. His cell signal had been interrupted while he was on hunt with the team so he had simply had his calls forwarded here hoping that there would be no real emergency in the few days he was away. Then again that might have been hoping for too much.
The first voice in the box was Mary Jane and hearing it made him lean forward a bit in his seat with elbows balanced on the edge of his desk as he rubbed at his eyes with his fingers. He had found a place for their offices, and set up contractors before he left and had been eager to get down to business. Little did he know that Lydia had had different ideas. Ash was still blissfully unaware of the fact that the red headed wolf had gone ahead and made other arrangements.
Making a list on a small pad of paper of each call he tapped the pen against the pad when he had finished. Might as well start at the top. Picking up the phone on his desk he dialed back Janes room to leave her a message in return. So much phone tag, so little time.
"Bradshaw, it's Redfern. I may have something you'd be interested in, and as it turns out there's someone I'd like you to meet. I think the two of you will find a kindred spirit in one anothers company. Meet me at the same bar, same time, Wednesday. We'll get straight."
With that he hung up the phone and looked back at the call list to see what other calls he needed to return, and which ones could wait for another time.