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QUINN ⇄ RACHEL
Gypssssyyy Surprise! [ slurred laughter ] Dawlin’, you ain’t— [ a pause, muffled noise in the background, glass clanging to hard ground ] ain’t even know how… She did a damn bad thing, lady. A damn, dirty bad thing an’ I— [ more laughter, trilling up into giggling until there’s a choking sound and her voice shakes ] How’m I s’pose to handle this shit? What ‘m I s’pose— s’pose t’do when she comes at me like that? [ quiet for a long while, distant sound of moving wind and water ] She ain’t even ask me, ya heard me. [ voice quieter, almost squeaking ] She ain’t even tell me ssssheeee… [ loud laughter ] Oh, Miss Gypsy girl, I wanna get at you so bad right now, ya heard me. You ain’t fucked up. Ev-Everything else is so fucked up but you ain’t. You… [ shrill whining ] You all I got makes sense now. [ a long time of silence, then finally, voice far away from the phone’s speaker ] Shit I forgot to feed Chick. [ hangs up ]
☎ For a drunk phone call