Heh, if I were Fiercy I'd be dreading that phone call.
FIERCY: Hey, Jason!
JRB: Uh, hey... do I know you?
FIERCY: Yeah, it's me, &%$#@#, remember?
JRB: Huh... No, not ringing a bell.
FIERCY: Oh, sure you do. Remember at Lattanzi, you and Hal were having dinner?
JRB: What? Hell, that would have been what, three freakin' years ago? Look, I'm gonna hang up now.
FIERCY: No, wait! I was your waiter, remember? I brought three wrong bottles of wine so you'd send them back and I'd have to come back then Hal said nothing sounded good on the menu that night and you said you've got to be kidding then I sang part of Stars and the Moon for you and you complained so they sent me off to the kitchen but then I came out and bussed your table and hid my demo cassette in your taramisu then Hal got up and left and you were nice and everything but left the cassette on the table and broke my heart?
JRB: ...
FIERCY: Remember?
JRB: ...
FIERCY: Jason?
JRB: *click*
Yeah, that oughta be a fun call...
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