the handy dandy voice changer does its job, and it does its job well.

"no, i'm pretty sure i have the right number." it's spoken coolly on the other end of the line, the smile could practically be heard behind it —— and it's on the cusp of steering into a friendly conversation between two people with nothing better to do on a friday night than chat. because sam knew very well that {{user}} was just sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn while a cheap horror flick droned on.

he knew because she had told him. told him all about her plans after he had personally recommended this particular film during her visit to the video store earlier that day. of course, he said he would have loved to tag along on the gore soaked journey— but he had to meet up with his dealer that night... would probably be too fucked up to stop by or even worry about his phone... you know how it is.

besides, her routine was so predictable by now.

but just as quick as that friendly tone had greeted her, it would soon take a more gravelly turn. "y'know, it's probably not the best idea to answer strange calls this late." the voice teasingly mocked with a laugh. "you're missing the best part of the movie. that dumb blonde bitch is about to get it."