Alec, lazily strewn about his bed in a seemingly impossible way for any normal human to be in, much less find comfortable, stared down at the phone in his room... then at a napkin. The napkin had Jetta's number on it, and every time he glanced down at the phone to dial a number, he glanced back over at the napkin to make sure he got it right. This took about three minutes, of checking, dialing, and confirming. Then he put the thing to his ear, and waited.

His blond hair was mussed, and slightly damp, from earlier when it had rained, and his outfit looked lazily put together. Jeans, a black t-shirt without sleeves, and nike shoes. (His outfit is also ever so slightly damp.)

The sun's rays are fading, and the way they shine in through the window, makes it seem as if the place is glowing.

Riiiiiiiiiiiing...

Alec gave a faint yawn, staring down at the floor.

Riiiiiiiiiiinnngggggggg...

I hope she picks up... Alec thought, absently, closing his eyes.

He stretched a bit, and still waited.

Riiiiiiiinggggggggggg...

"Hi, this is Jetta..." The voice is the same cheerful voice that he must remember from their encounter in the park, but it has a slightly odd tone to it... Oh, it's the answering machine. "I'm not here right this minute. Leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I--"

"Hello?"

Jetta never answered the phone before the answering machine got it.

She tossed wet hair over her shoulder--nothing like a hot shower to lift your mood, especially when, against all likelihood, not one of your little men has called you to set up something for this evening--and tucked the phone into the crook of her neck, pulling on a pair of ridiculously tight jeans.

A gentle sigh. Oh, the woes of getting an answering machine instead of a real person. He opened his eyes, turned over, and looked at the ceiling, fingers on his other hand curling around the crumpled sheet of his bed. He was ready to leave a message, and was mildly surprised when a 'hello' came, and interrupted the automated message.

"Hey, foxy. S'me."

His voice is the same, too. Very soft, but almost always full of energy, even when he's tired.

Well, that could be any number of people... Oh, right, the poet! Imagine a mental fingersnap there.

"Oh, hey, poet. Sorry 'bout the machine picking up, I was just getting out of the shower when I heard it ring." Yes, she deliberately mentioned that. Let his imagination run wild, it could only bring him farther into her grasp.

"What's up?"

What came to mind... was something like Jetta coming out of the shower. It was completely normal... except for the part where she had forgotten to grab a towel.. and with Alec's vocabulary, you really don't want to know what his imagination, in words, could come up with. So let's leave it at that.

"...that's okay. Was just wonderin' if you were free tonight...?"

"What'd you have in mind, honey?" She's bored; any entertainment will be welcome at the moment. (And she can't remember what class she assigned the poet. Lucky Alec. He gets a second chance.)

And of course, she'll probably end up dressing in something else entirely for wherever they do end up going--unless it's somewhere ridiculously casual--so she doesn't bother finishing getting dressed. Too bad she can't mention that without sounding strange.

He sat up, phone still pressed against his ear, and studied his shoes. There was a tiny lull in the conversation, where Alec paused to think.

"Mm, maybe a club or something? Dark?" Of course, he'd have to change, too, if he was going to a club. Couldn't be damp, wear sneakers, and have unkempt hair, y'know.

Clubbing. Always fun. And if he turned out to be boring, she could ditch him for one of the fifty other people that would be there.

"Sounds good to me. We meeting there or does one of us pick up the other?" Perhaps surprisingly, she doesn't care either way. If she picks him up, she gets to show off her sporty little car, and if he picks her up, she gets to save gas money, and if they meet there, she can abandon him without a second thought.

Jetta has very odd priorities.

Hmm. Decisions, decisions. If he picks her up, than he'll be ashamed of his ugly, cheap little car. But if they meet there, it'd seem kind of... well, he thought the idea to be very... ungentlemanly of him, if he didn't pick her up... and he certainly did not want to be picked up by her.

But, oh, what the hell.

"We can meet therr, unless you'd like me to pick you up, or something.."

"Meeting there's fine with me. Say in about an hour and a half?" Plenty of time to get ready to knock him for a loop, don't you agree? It would take her at least half an hour to decide on something to wear, then about forty five minutes to do her hair and make up...

Yes, an hour and a half would be good. And if she was a hair late, what did it matter? Guys expected girls to be a bit late. It was practically tradition!

An hour and a half? Geeze, women really do take forever to get ready... an inward sigh. Oh well, doesn't matter.

"Sounds perfect."

That'd give him an extra, say, half an hour to do whatever it was first. Like, say, make his bed or something like that, since he'd be ready a while before Jetta...

"Great. Now, I've got to get dressed." Oh, the implications of what she might or might not be wearing. Guys generally have vivid imaginations, and Jetta loves playing with them.

"See you then, poet. Mwah." That would be a peck on the cheek in person, but on the phone, she makes do with a little noise. Poor Alec. She's really pouring it on the poor guy, isn't she.

Click.

She is. And, you know, Alec really doesn't know of Jetta's intentions... doesn't know of her psycho obsession of picking up guys, figuring them out, and dumping them for fun. Nope, he doesn't know any of that, so currently he's enjoying this.

"'kay. See ya then."

And then the phone-call's over.