Hyperion, Saturday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

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Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"It's 3AM, does that mean you're looooooooonely?" Bel said.

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No!" Parker got up to pace, ready to get a portal to L.A. and strangle him. Also wanting a cigarette. "Are you drunk? Where are your keepers? And why did they let you escape and get to a phone? Sheesh."

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

Sadly, at the moment no one was there to snatch the phone from Bel and explain. "Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue," he told Parker.

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Which flipped the switch from pissed to bemused, and also, will be blackmailing you later. "Looks like!" Parker agreed. "So tell me, Bel. Things in L.A. working out for you in your dazed and confused state?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"I love LA," Bel sang. "We love it! Roll down the window, put down the top, crank up the beach boys, baby, don't let the music stop."

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker started scrambling for her voice recorder. Snickering. Hey, if she was woken up at 3am, she was allowed. Or any other time, but especially at 3am.

"Tell me, Bel. Tell me how that makes you feel."

And hit the little red RECORD button.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"I feel pretty," Bel said. "Oh so pretty. So pretty and happy and gaaaaaaaaaay."

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had to hold the phone and the recorder away from her so the cackling didn't drown out Bel. "Ha! Ahem. I mean, I'm so glad for you, Bel. Really. I mean that. Are you going to tell everyone that?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

Bel nodded. "I love the mountains, I love the clear blue sky. I love big bridges, I love when great whites fly. I love the whole world, and all its sights and sounds. Boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada."

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Recording this was likely to get her in trouble with someone, somewhere down the line, but if Parker had ever cared about that she'd never have gotten a lot of things accomplished in high school.

"Hey Bel? Think you can say hi to the mother ship for me? And tell whoever gave you the happy pills a great big thank you?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"I willll," Bel promised. "And Phoebe got me the green death stuff and I drank it alllllll up."

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Good for you!" Parker encouraged him, chortling. "Listen, hip-hop or rap? Got a preference?"

Zero might like mixing this to a soundtrack, if she got bored. Oh yes.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Shiiiiit, maaaaan," Bel babbled. "That honky muf' be messin' mah old lady... got to be runnin' cold upside down his head, you know?"

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're right. Mix it up." Parker snickered. "You hang in there, Bel ol' buddy. Got it?"

Parker certainly had.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"I willllll," Bel said. "Okay I love you byebye."