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"Hey, Aza! My good friend, how are you?" Victoria called Azalia her beat friend with a bit more emotion than the usual when starting a phone call and pursed her lips into a lopsided frown, knowing the other would surely guess that something was up.
"Are you too busy tonight? Thought you could help me up in something and then we could have a night of fun like in the good old times -- that is if you're not busy, that is." The raven haired coughed softly by the phone, nervous to what she'd ear from the other line, as she knew that any deaths could pile up on her case and she'd get in a big pickle one of these days. Actually in the far past, she did, but being immortal, alike humans, meant that they couldn't hold her in prison or wherever else they would want for long enough.
"So, what do you say?" Victoria smiled, hoping somewhat of a good mood would leak from her voice, instead of the desperation to get the dead body of her band mate buried.