*is bored after everyone in his room has passed out from smoking so much pot, so decides to dial Gerard's number*
*waits patiently for him to answer, idly stroking his stomach, since the pot's made him unusually calm*
*phone begins ringing before he can dial any number at all*
*jumps, dropping the phone and sending it skidding across the floor*
*crawls after it frantically, grabbing it and mashing it to his ear*
Heeeeeeeeeeeey, Gee Way, dude. What's up.
*doesn't even hide his pained groan* Gabe? Fuck, it's you.
*rolls over to lie on his back on the kitchen floor, trying to block memories of the last time he spoke to Gabe...if 'spoke' is the right word*
That's right, man, that's right. So hey. What about that modelling gig. Do I need to come again? *laughs quietly* Come. Ahaha. Dude. Why didn't you go to the party anyway. It was a bitch without you, man.
*listens to this monologue with his eyes shut, wondering if there is any way to offend Gabe at all*
No, you don't need to come again. I'm changing my project. I hate parties. And wasn't Frank there anyway?
*hates the little note of jealousy that creeps in at this stage*
*gets a bit more awake as Gerard says he's changing his project* Changing it? Dude. Dude. Why. I thought you said it was cool. I thought we were cool. Aren't we cool, dude?
Frank. Huh. Maybe. Didn't see him.
*pinches the bridge of his nose* We're cool. I just. I don't know.
So what was the whole...thing? With Frank? What happened?
Thing. What thing. Dude I'm a bit. Stoned. *laughs suddenly, but stops, deciding he's too lazy for laughing* Could you specify?
*rolls over, pressing his cheek to the cold tiles* Doesn't matter. I don't think I wanna know anyway.
So. Where are you? Is anyone else there?
My room. Yeah, bunch of people. Five, or ten if I'm seeing double. *slaps a random girl's hand away from his crotch* They're all pretty much. Passed out though, dude. Not fun.
Why man. Phone sex, yeah.
*ignores phone sex comment* Anyone I know? Haven't spoken to anyone in a while.
Uuh. I don't think so dude. There's Jen and Shiela and Pablo and Jim and that guy, I have no idea what his name is. Ling, something freaky like that.
No, no one I know.
*hears a hiss and click from the kettle, and pulls himself up to make the coffee*
Gabe, why did you call me anyway?
I was bored, man. Also hey, I wanted to ask something. I'll remember, hang on.
*several minutes of silence pass, and almost dozes off*
OH YEAH!! Dude. Dude. Petey Wentzface, where is he? I haven't like, seen him. At all. And that guy, the tall anti-social one. With the glasses. You know. I think you're related?
*sips his coffee, trying to work through Gabe's intoxicated ramblings*
Pete? And Mikey, as in my brother Mikey? *groans again* Fuck, Gabe, I don't know. I said, I've not spoken to anyone for ages, I've been in bed for like, the last week or so.
Yeah yeah, them. Yeah, definitely. 'S like, dude. Haven't seen them for like. Days. Days. I mean, 's cool an' all, but dude, it's better when you've got Petey Pan by your side to amuse you than. Than not, yeah.
So hey. I'm totally up for phonesex you know. 'S all good, sugar.
*has to physically restrain himself from throwing the phone against the wall*
Gabe. Get your mind out of your pants for one minute. Do you know where they went, is all?
I dunno dude. I asked whatshisface. Larry. Petey's roommate. I think it's Larry. Sounds like it. He's a douche. B'anyway. He doesn't know. And like, I asked around, and nobody really knows, y'know. They fucked off and they didn't tell anyone. Didn't tell me. The dicks. I mean, I dunno much about your bro or anything, but Petey. Didn't expect that. Cruel, man. Cruel.
And yeah that thing with Frank. That was nothing man. Just sex. Are you like. Jealous?
GOD GABE! *breaths in sharply through his nose* No, I'm not jealous, I just. I don't know, I'm not used to walking in on my best friend having sex, okay? It was...*shudders* vaguely traumatising.
So, no idea about Mikey or Pete? *begins to worry*
Yeah bet it was. Traumatising. *giggles, a bit on the hysterical side*
*rolls eyes, drinking the rest of his coffee a bit too fast and choking slightly*
Dude, it's not funny. We're not all voyeurs.
*chuckles lazily* I dunno man, aren't all artists peeping Toms? *jumps slightly when there's a knock at the door* I'm needed elsewhere, sugarplum. Don't be a stranger. *hangs up*