jewpryde | CELLPHONE POST

CELLPHONE POST

Hi! You've reached Katherine Pryde but I'm out attempting to have a life. Weird, I know. So... leave a name and a number and if I like you, I'll call you back!

And if this is Sam, Warren, or Cable, STOP TRYING TO TRACK ME DOWN.

Beeeeep.

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/there's some mumbled talking in the background, then a little bit of choked laughter. the phone fumbles, and there's a new voice in one end/

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY PRETTY KITTYYYYYYY. BEEN AWHILLLE BUT I BET YOU DONT EVEN REMEMBER ME, DOYA? NOPE.

Who is this?

[More fumbling as Jay steals it back, sounding a little out of breath from the scuffle]

Sorry--

Sorry, Kitty. Ah'm with a friend right now. His name's Lance. He's a real good guy, too.

It's FINE, Jay, but where are you??

/more fumbling, a little cursing, and Lance has the phone again/

COURSE YOU DONT REMEMBER ME, what with me bein' just a 'hood, yeah? I joined the X-MEN f' you, but it STILL wassnt good enough for ya--

/the phone is dropped with a clatter, and Lance curses again and beats Jay to picking it up/

IM DATING A DUDE NOW CAUSE OF YOU SO I HOPE YOURE HAPPY

[There is a few seconds of silence.]

Uh-- Lance? That's your name, right? I don't know who you think I am but...

I never dated you. I don't even know you.

And I'm pretty sure your dating a guy is your own choice.

[FUMBLING YOU SHOULD BE USED TO THIS BY NOW KITTY]

Don' worry 'bout him, Kitty. Lance's just had some ta drink t'night.

You were drinking??

/stumbling, Lance falling to the ground, and then laughing. Clinking bottles, and his voice from behind Jay/

A LOT!

Augh, YOU GUYS. IT'S FOUR AM!

I'm hanging up.

[Jay laaaaughs. Haha Lance you're so wasted]

Nooo no no no, don' do that Kitty. Ah'm sorry, 'kay?

[He mutters to Lance]

This is all your fault, y'know.

's not! Maaaaan, I gotta tell you-- gotta tell you about this chick, man. She messed me up!

I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!!!!!!

That ain't no reason t'go and make her angry when we's the ones that called.

He don' mean it, Kitty. Really.

Jay? What's going on with you?

...Ain't nothin' goin' on, Kitty. Sometime's you just gotta get away.

You're drunk with some weirdo guy. Something is going on!

-- hey! 'm not weird!

Ah'll always know you're-- you're a good guy, Lance.

[Scuff scuff, and the sound of Jay dropping heavily down into his rear, and he makes a quiet "oof".]

An' Kitty. You're so good at listenin', Kitty. Y'know that? Ah think everyone aughta know that 'bout you. You're the best listener since Sammy.

...

Thank you, Jay. I'll listen to you anytime you want.

[Kitty yawns again.]

...S'now okay?

Yeaaaah, I'm already awake.

What's up?

[Practically HEAR him frowning in that "thinkin' ain't so easy right now" kind of way, Kitty.]

...What it comes down to... what it comes down to is. Mah brother-- Sam. People've been comparin' me t'him since... well, since Ah can remember. Ah ain't never been good as him. Not ever. And now, what it turns out is... he's a lot more like me than Ah thought.

And Ah don't like it, Kitty. Ah don't like it one bit. He's s'posed to be better than me.

[She sighs. Oh drunk!Southern!Jay, you are adorable.]

Sam's only human. He makes mistakes, like the rest of us.

[Jay sounds anxious]

He don' think it was a mistake, though. He's still thinkin' it was somethin' he had t'do. And Ah... and Ah know what that's like. It ain't quite the same, but it's close 'nough. And Ah... Ah don' want Sam goin' through the same feelin' Ah've been goin' through, neither.

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