"No, fuck you." Was all that Zack mumbled to the rumbling phone sitting on the desk, not even paying attention to who was calling. Blowing people's virtual heads clean off their virtual shoulders was his first priority, and whoever it was would just have to wait. "What? Don't look at me like that." He shot to the still unnamed white lab pup sitting by his feet, looking up at him with a puzzled look. "If it's important, they'll leave a message."
After the round, Zack picked up the phone to see that it was Owen that had called. After hearing the voicemail, he returned the call, hoping that they wouldn't have to trade voicemail messages.
He was on his weekend vacation, here in New Orleans you didn't just sit and expect fun to come to you. Owen was on Bourbon street, his phone playing some music from the oldies. Up there where we belong. Pretty song indeed. Had he been that sensitive there may have been a tear. Where the eagles fly? Maybe, he'll find a hobby other than fishing. He does love to fish, that wasn't anything new. Standing near a blue's bar, but not exactly going straight in the opened doorway where anyone can slip right past in and you're free to go crazy in the Big Easy.
Zachary would hear a blue's song in the background, not sure if Zach's ever been to here before. Owen's not explored every inch of the city, but he hoped to map each area soon as he comes to it. Phone to his ear, Men in Black will be proud with the way he opened the door of his wireless networking. "Yo! What's the word Zach? How you been there bud? Haven't heard from you in a long time. "People walking, couples fondling one another down the block, the usual Nawlins activities.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Sunday 14th of August 2011 06:27:50 PM
