Well, she was in New Orleans. Perhaps Hair Gel was too since she kept running into other wolves? Why not give it a shot? She dug her cell out of her pocket and called Geller. It rang several times before it went to his voicemail.
"Hair Gel, uhhhhhh don't know if you're in New Orleans, but I am! I need a couch, dude. This hoppin from one hotel to another, and obviously spending the night on a cot in the back of The Hookah, is starting to put a dent on my bank account. Call me back! Thaaaaaaaank you!"
-- Edited by EURIDACEE on Thursday 3rd of March 2011 06:01:59 PM
+ Geller had been in the midst of making some final housing arrangements when the call came. One look at the lawyer sitting across the desk in his hoitsy toitsy office told Geller that the man would not appreciate him taking the phone call at that particular moment, a fact which of course made him want to answer the phone even more. Since he was half way through his John Handcock though he didn't and instead finished signing all the necessary documents that Shazz had sent over. Really, after all these years of helping him with housing Geller was going to owe Shazz a hell of a big Birthday present. As Geller stood from his seat at the desk he reached across to shake the hand of the disapproving lawyer. Business concluded he headed out of the office and slid a hand into his pocket to pull out the cell phone.+
+The name that showed up on the call list had a wide smile crossing his thick lips. When he'd been heading away from London there hadn't been much time for long goodbyes, not that Dee Dee was one for long emotional displays anyway, and since then he hadn't had a word from the wolf he had spent so much time training in her lupine ways. He listened to the message closely with a laugh and a shake of his head. Then he hit the call back button and rested the cell between his shoulder and his ear as he walked towards the car fishing his keys out of his pocket. The other line rang three times as he waited to hear the click when she picked up on the other end.+
"Ya know. You don't call. Ya don't write. What's a guy to think?" +Laughing easily he unlocked the car and started to climb in.+ "Dee Dee you little scamp how many hearts you broken lately."
+Shooting the shit for the moment he let her tell him what she'd been up to since the last time they'd seen one another. When New Orleans came up he chuckled softly, steering the Caddy away from the curb and onto the tight packed street.+
"Well, seems great minds really do think alike. Just so happens I got an invitation myself. So me and the fam came down from New York." +Yea, that was the edited for TV version of events anyway.+ "So I'm here.......yes.....really.....right her in the Big Sleazy. We're staying at the Hotel -------- in the French Quarter. Why don't I leave your name with the consierge so you can get a key and just come up. I'm sure no one will mind you staying as long as you want, plus I think Maya will pee herself with glee."
She paced back and forth in her po' dunk hotel room until her phone rang, and she leaped immediately, just to hear the voice she's been wanting to hear for a long time.
"Hair Gel! So glad you called back. Well, you know me, I like to keep it mysterious, and only need you in dire need of sex."
She laughed, knowing that she could have conversations like this with him, and him knowing she was completely joking about it.
"Man, I haven't broken any hearts, but I was about to break some faces after you left back in London. These new wolves came into town called Gabriel and Justin, and they took over pretty much everyone in our nice family. Well then, Bailey's old fuck buddy bear attacked her, and I had such a great plan to kick his furry gorilla bear ass until the men came in like knights in their fucking shining armor, trying to rescue all the damsels in distress, when my guns were bigger than their dicks and egos put together!"
She told him what happened about leaving London because her old unit showed up and started to blow up towns outside the city, getting closer, and that's when she decided to leave and stay in Miami. Then she told him about the mysterious invite to a masquerade ball in New Orleans from someone all-knowing she didn't know, and told him that she decided to move here.
"What?! You're in New Orleans, too! Man, you're right. Great minds do think alike. I think we were brothers or something in another life. You got an invite, too? Man, whoever sent these invitations out must be all-knowing or something."
She wrote down the name of the hotel where he was staying at on one of the hotel's pad, and yelled with excitement.
"Woooooohooo! Alright, cool. Thanks so much Hair Gel, I'll see you soon! Love you!"
As soon as she hung up, she gathered her bags and checked out, heading towards the hotel.
