[ upon seeing her friend's equally late-night network reply, skye does the normal thing and picks up the phone to call her instead. god, she's obnoxious, but privacy does have its perks. and when alex answers, she just dives right in. who says hello anyway? ]
— they're all dead to me, I'm telling you. A bunch of grade A assholes. [ the vague sounds of a can of something bubbly being cracked open in the background. mm, knockoff coke zero. ] I've been thinking about this for, like, hours now.
[ the real question is 'why aren't you sleeping' but that's a round of jeopardy she's not playing. ]
> private phone call, aren't we fancy.
— they're all dead to me, I'm telling you. A bunch of grade A assholes. [ the vague sounds of a can of something bubbly being cracked open in the background. mm, knockoff coke zero. ] I've been thinking about this for, like, hours now.
[ the real question is 'why aren't you sleeping' but that's a round of jeopardy she's not playing. ]