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                           they were SHOUTING at each other. it was a mess. everyone was yelling at everyone up until the moment Laurel told all of them to shut the fuck up before she killed all of them and…somehow it worked. Michaela had clearly been freaking out all day long after hearing the news of a ring being found in the woods and now… Now this. At first neither of them believed that he had lost his phone – his jacket, to be accurate, they made more or less jokes about him WEARING his jacket. he needed to take it off and prove that it was more worn-out than his to finally get them to shut up about it and instead start yelling about the new guy knowing about this.

                  why did michaela have to say his name? why did she have to be stupid enough to yell something like that through the phone? didn’t she know that the police could easily LISTEN in on these calls? nevertheless, killing Michaela certainly was not the solution so they came up with a plan. Apparently there was a special tracking service for your own phone, and as fate wanted it, Connor knew everything that was needed by heart and soon; they had located his phone. Whoever had it – the person who knew about them – was sitting in a bar.

believe it or not but LAUREL styled his hair, telling him to stay calm and use his dick if he had to but to FIX this. it took him quite a while sitting in front of the place in his car before he managed to get out; the poker face on. He had Wes’ phone with himself and gave himself a ring once inside, gaze wandering to spot who of the few people left inside would pick their phone up. There was no chance he could hear his own ring-tone over the muffled music and the conversations in the bar; he needed to SEE it and…he did. It was a young man by the bar, and before he could pick up, Connor ended the call, walking over to him with a fake smile, pretending to be out of air. “Oh thank god, you’ve got my phone!”, he exhaled before he looked down at himself and quickly took the jacket off. “Sorry. And my jacket. I’m guessing this is yours then, right?” maybe they wouldn’t need to explain anything? Maybe he could just grab his things and get out of here… Or maybe the guy would remember his face and describe it to the police…

                “I suppose you’ve already talked to my sister? Michaela, right? Please don’t take whatever she said serious, when I came home all she could talk about was how Wes…”, he shook the phone he had in his hand. “Had found out that we killed his character on a MMORPG.”

          if it was possible for him to physically jump out of his skin, he would have. the sudden ringing of the phone played on frayed nerves and he was a second away from standing up and leaving it there. but the name that showed up on the screen was different from before. he wondered if it was another person that this guy was consulting with after killing whoever they had. or if that was real, which was still something he was mulling over. any and every excuse for that to mean something else came up. each one seemed dumber than the last. what might he have gotten himself into just by accidentally taking the wrong jacket at the store?

the second name on the screen seemed to almost glare at him and he needed for it to stop. his finger was going for the END CALL button when the ringing ceased itself. brows furrowed to the sudden occurrence and he turned as a voice called out to him. since finding it, he’d wondered what the owner was like. before answering the phone the first time, there was in internal debate on if this could turn to be a happy coincidence. if the owner was a man and if he might stand to have a chance. even though the other was very attractive as he approached, he didn’t ponder over his previous wonderings now. just give the phone back and forget this ever happened.

he gave a smile to the other as he started explaining what had gone on, nodding and taking the jacket from his lap. the exchange was done and he handed back the cellphone as well. tension seemed to ooze out as the excuse was given and he even managed a laugh. THANK GOD. an image of a young, prepubescent girl just about crying in front of her computer rose in his mind and it seemed to make everything easier. affirm that it was real and his worries were nothing at all.

           “ younger sister, i’m guessing. she sounded like she was about ready to cry. ” he didn’t know anyone that would make as big a deal of something as minor as that. but she probably had her reasons. “ sorry ‘bout taking your jacket. i’m glad i’ve got the chance to actually meet you and give it back. ”