Voice Mail

[former_cheerio]

"Hi, it's Quinn. You missed me. You know what to do."

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[This is an RP journal for entertainment, specifically the game fandomhigh. No rights to Glee, the character of Quinn Fabray, or Dianna Agron are claimed or desired.]

Comments

Phone Day!

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

From here

Whoooa whoa whoa. I'm a moderately involved with someone else guy and you're Skywalker's spawn. This is a love that dare not speak its name. Unless you're talkin' about mini-golf. I freakin' love mini-golf.

Re: Phone Day!

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[Passed along here.]

Crazy Phone Day!

[vanillajello]

[From here!]

"Love monkey? What the hell does that even mean? I'm not into creepy old guys, thanks."

Re: Crazy Phone Day!

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[And to here.]

Wacky Phone Day!

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"You know? You have some nerve. I didn't just get leprosy after you slept with me. You know that? You could have called, you asshole."

Re: Wacky Phone Day!

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[Went here.]

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

[from here!]

"Hey, 'love monkey' isn't a term I'd use, but whatever floats your boat, baby. And I'm not creepy or old!"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[And onward!]

Crazy Phone Day

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

[From here!]

"Hey! You're the stripper, okay! I wouldn't know how to even come close to matching you!"

Re: Crazy Phone Day

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

The response to this one bounced around a bit.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[Went here.]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

[[from here!]]

"I assure you that I have no interest in borrowing your sweaters, but that's rather rude to say, don't you think? And what was this about my drinking beer?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[Went here]

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

[From here]

"Hey, look, I'm flattered and everything because I think you're really hot, but I've kinda got a boyfriend now so he probably wouldn't like me doing anything dirty with you. But, hey, I'll still go out for pizza with you sometime."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

[Went here and here.]

[dollpocalypse]

As usual, Quinn could blame Kenzi for this.

"You -- you -- yooooou aren't very nice! No! You try to talk about your b-b-b-b-GIRL PARTS to scare me? Nuh uh! I'm not scared! I'm not scared of yooooou! I am tough! Tough! You're just meeeean."

Click!

[dollpocalypse]

Hey, a text!

YUor girl thingas smmelll like FIRE.

See how much Topher's promises were worth, Quinn? See it?

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Yep. Sorry. Quinn's getting a drunken phone call from Jamie.

"Dude! So wrong. All I want is pie! An exploding pie! Why the hell don't they sell that on e-bay? WRONG. I'm an American and I demand my exploding- HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO STAY WAY FROM MY KLONDIKE BARS! DO IT AGAIN AND THERE'S GOING TO BE EXPLODING ROAST GOOSE!"

And that was followed by the sound of Jamie chasing a goose around his apartment for about 90 seconds.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

After she'd given Topher a good piece of her mind, it belatedly occurred to Quinn the actual culprit's number was still stored in her phone. She pressed redial.

"Yeah, hi, it's the girl you drunk-dialed to rant about roast geese. Did Topher put you up to this? Don't you guys have lives? Find something better to do, for pete's sake. Bye."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie groaned when he got the message and called back.

"Hi. Yeah. This is the guy who called about the geese. Very sorry, I had the wrong number and there was way too much alcohol involved. Won't happen again."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I just yelled at somebody because of you," Quinn informed him. "But he's a twerp anyhow. Don't worry too much about it."