I'm coming home.

Who: Jules & Sasha
When: 8pm Berlin time/1pm Marquette time
Where: Phone

No extended trip. Thank god. Jules was in her hotel room now, having finished going over the itinerary for the next day with Derek. Sprawling out across her bed she reached for her cell phone on the nightstand and found Sasha in her contacts. She owed him a call to let him know when she'd be back in town and thankfully tomorrow night she would be. She highlighted his number and pressed the talk button and propped the phone between her shoulder and her ear, listening to the steady ringing.

Sasha was in his living room, waiting for Sammy to give him a ring, when the phone started buzzing. It was far too early for Sammy to be calling, so he was a bit curious as he picked it up. He peered at it, saw Jules' number and flipped it open. "Hey."

"Hey you." she said, rolling on her back, moving her hand to the phone and staring at the ceiling. "So I'm going to be back in town tomorrow night." she told him. "At the airport by 7:30 and hopefully back at my house by like an hour later. I know we can't squeeze shopping in that late, but I thought you might be interested in some booze. Whatdya say?"

Sasha leaned back on the couch, stretching out his legs as he considered. "Yeah, sounds about good. We can find something to eat too, I'll be hungry at 7:30." He nodded at that, neglecting to mention he was almost always hungry. "Got any place in mind, or are we gonna figure it out by ear?"

She shrugged. "I dunno... it being a Tuesday I doubt the bars will be hopping, but if you wanna hang at my place we can get smashed and you're more than welcome to crash there. I could use the company."

Ooh, this was already getting interesting. "It'd take a lot for me to be too sober to walk home, but I appreciate the crash space. Maybe, we'll see how sloshed I get. I guess it is cheaper to drink stuff you buy yourself anyway..."

"Yeah, totally. I can get hammered for weeks on what it'd take for me to get hammered at the bar once." she agreed. "And there's plenty of room at my house, floors and guest rooms beyond belief. It'll be nice to sleep in my own bed, and not in my closet for once."

"...why do you sleep in a closet?" He asked with a very confused tone. The whole concept just sounded utterly alien to him. "And why does me staying over change that?"

She laughed. "Last time I was at my house the shadow crap was still going on and it was the darkest place." she explained. "With the shadows out of the picture I can sleep in my own bed and not the closet."

"Oh! Oh oh, I get you. Too many mirrors to break, huh? Also, you some kinda rich person?" He'd been getting that impression lately, but it had only just occurred to him to ask it now. "With all the extra rooms and stuff."

"My dad was a hot shot lawyer back home, in Beverly Hills..." she told him. "I'm not exactly... down trodden, but I'm not Paris Hilton either." She never really thought of herself as 'rich' per say, she just did as she pleased and got what she wanted. Money was never really an issue.

"Huh. Well, that's cool." He did mean it, he never really felt bad that other people succeeded. Not too much anyway. He wondered why it was he could make so much money and never hold onto it sometimes, but that was life. He didn't want to complain about it over the phone at least. "Well, don't worry, I'm not gonna mooch, I'll treat half of what we get."

"If you want you can. It's really not that big a deal, hun." she told him. Some alcohol wasn't exactly going to break her bank anyway, but she wasn't going to tell him that he couldn't pay and make him feel weird. "Sounds like a plan then. Booze at my place. Need me to pick you up or do you want directions? It'll be like 8:30ish before I get back to my house, but I can drive over and getcha unless you wanna just be there when I get there."

"I dunno, if you live on the nice side of town, someone might ask me to fix their toilet or something while I'm standing around out front of your place." His voice was a little teasing, he figured he could get away with a bit of playfulness about their money differences.

She laughed. "Oh whatever, you act like you look anything like a plumber. Besides, I have a hidden key just in case I lose mine because I tend to do that sometimes. Up to you though. I don't mind picking you up."

"I think you'd better. Just looks less skeevy. I don't want to scare Jeeves or whatever when I show up." He chuckled, flicking some lint off the arm of the couch. "What time you want to come get me?"

"Hmm around like 9ish? We can pick up the booze on the way back to my place if that sounds good to you?" she offered. She figured she could make it back home and be at his place by then.

"I could do nine." He nodded as he considered his schedule. It wasn't like it was even possible for him to have a hangover if he wasn't mainlining grain alcohol nonstop. "What kinda car you drive, anyway?"

"Depends on if I take the company car or my car. A Toyota Camry if I take mine, and a Lexus if I take the company vehicle, which I just might do." she told him.

"Alright, well, just call me when you're on your way, and we'll do the thing. Should be fine to get a night out for once, 'specially on the nifty side of town." He stretched, feeling his back and some other places pop with the force of the motion.

"Will do. I'll be looking forward to kicking back with people who are normal and not ordering me around." she laughed. "Guess I'll talk to you then, love."

"Yeah, I'm normal alright. Boring n' normal." He laughed as he rubbed at the steadily-fading scars across his face. She wasn't gonna believe he'd healed so fast, but he wasn't going to cut them open again just to satisfy her. "Talk to ya then, Jules."

"Bye Sasha." she said, flipping her phone closed again and reluctantly climbing up off the bed, she knew that there was plenty left to get done before she could get to bed. She sighed and left her phone on the bed as she headed for the table and the stack of papers she had atop it.