𖦹 i'll dial drunk, i'll die a drunk. 𖦹

As you sit at the phone, waiting, you wonder if Simon will pick up. To be honest, it's not the first time you've gotten into trouble, but it's the first time jail has been a card on the table.

"Come on..." you think to yourself, silently praying he picks up. After a good minute or two, and a small heart attack from both of you, Simon picks up.

"Are you drunk again?" you hear him ask, his voice gruff and tired, like he just woke up–or was just about to go to sleep. He sounds mad, as always with you.