The Boardwalk, Saturday Afternoon
Sep. 10th, 2011 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyWilliam had stuck around after the mini-reunion out of mindless nostalgia. Now he was taking one last stroll along the boardwalk before heading back home.
Then his cell phone rang. With that ring tone. The ringtone that meant trouble. He answered it quickly. Perhaps another cell had been discovered. Maybe some evil clone had popped up.
"Billy," the woman on the other end of the line said simply, "It's about your father. He'd like to speak to you."
"...Let me get back to you on that one." he said, thinking it would be impolite to laugh 'in Scarlett's face' so to speak. Then he cut the call short. After adramatic heavy sigh he voiced his feelings to the viewing public no one in particular. "Really?"
[Open, though there may be Slow Play. Billy has actually not been affected by Soap Opera Weekend. This is all real for him.]
Then his cell phone rang. With that ring tone. The ringtone that meant trouble. He answered it quickly. Perhaps another cell had been discovered. Maybe some evil clone had popped up.
"Billy," the woman on the other end of the line said simply, "It's about your father. He'd like to speak to you."
"...Let me get back to you on that one." he said, thinking it would be impolite to laugh 'in Scarlett's face' so to speak. Then he cut the call short. After a
[Open, though there may be Slow Play. Billy has actually not been affected by Soap Opera Weekend. This is all real for him.]
