Sunday now, and Everything's All Right?

Who: Jules & Sasha
When: 11pm Berlin Time/4pm Marquette Time
Where: The phone

After getting through most of the calls she had to make for Derek, Jules decided to take some time to check in on Sasha. She'd got his number that day at his apartment after she'd finished cleaning his wounds. Curious as to how he'd made out the last day or so she picked up her own cell and found him in the contacts. Listening to the steady ringing she waited for his answer.

Sasha tended to spend his Sundays completely abed, so he was asleep when his cell phone started ringing. His hand fumbled around the nearby surface of the minifridge he used as a nightstand until he found the offending unit, and picked it up. "Yeah?" Not the most polite answer, but it was what people got for waking him up on a Sunday.

"Sasha?" she asked, feeling stupid after saying it though, knowing the man lived alone. "Hey, uh, it's Jules. Just wanted to check in. See how you were holdin' up. Did I wake you?" she questioned. The answer however, was obvious without him bothering to speak. He sounded groggy. "It's like 4 in the afternoon there. Do you sleep all day?" she teased.

"Course you woke me, it's four in the mor..." He trailed off when she said afternoon, and peered at the little clock. Sure enough, the pm light was on. "Oh. Fuck." He hadn't realized he'd already slept most of the day away. "Fuck it, it's my day off. Sup?" He stifled a yawn, sitting up and rubbing his face.

She laughed a bit at that. "Nothing, unfortunately some people have to work today." she teased. "Derek called me Saturday morning at Five and told me to get up and dressed." she rolled her eyes. "I'm in Berlin, of all places. Just wanted to see how you were doing, did your shadowy visits stop?" she questioned.

"Berlin? The gay bar in Chicago?" He rubbed at his face, wondering why she'd gone over to the Windy City. "You have some weird places to unwind. Yeah, they stopped, haven't been bugged all weekend. Just stayed in, patched up. Haven't had a chance to look at myself since the mirror's still busted."

She couldn't hold back the laugh at his comment about the gay bar. "No, silly." she told him between chuckles. "Berlin, like the place. The city." she corrected. "Well, at least you know you're alive. That's definitely an upside, doll face."

"...shit, you're in Belgium? Germany, whatever country?" He blinked through the hazy sleep...he was not a morning person, or a wake-up person in general, really. "What the hell're you doing over there? You didn't tell me you were some kinda jet-set yuppie."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not. I didn't even know I was going to be coming over here. Derek is buying out some company over here and he's got me on a pretty short leash. Expects me to be everywhere he is to do all the things that he doesn't want me to do." she sighed. "I'm actually taking a break from a long list of phone calls he had me making about mangos or something."

"You're in Berlin, and you're buying fruit." He sounded completely floored by it, and he was. It was too much to comprehend after just getting up. "Uh...k. Bring me back a clock or something, I guess, that'd be cool."

She smirked. "I don't understand the fruit stuff either." she admitted with a shrug. "I just do what I'm told. I'll be sure to pick you up something nice." she told him. "Just because you're such a ray of sunshine." she teased.

"It's the weekend after I got clawed up by ghost mirror things, gimme a break." His irritation at waking up was fading away, though. He climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchenette, phone still against his ear. "How about you, I guess no more of that went on for you either."

She shook her head, an unseen gesture before speaking. "Nope. I hid in my closet all morning and then Derek called. They were gone by then." It was strange to think how the things up and vanished just as quickly as they had appeared. "Any idea why they just went away like that?" she questioned. "Anyone around there said anything about them?"

"Do I look like Gandalf? How'm I supposed to know?" He yawned again, pulling down some wheaties from the cabinet. "Lousy healthy breakfast crap...Anyway, no, no idea."

His yawn seemed to be contagious as she met it with a return yawn. "It's not breakfast, love, it's nearly dinner." she told him. "When I get back, we're so working on your morning skills." she joked.

"We, what's this we business? Are we some kind of duo now?" He rummaged for a bowl, and finding none, just poured the cereal into a clean soup pan, then went for the milk. "And my morning skills are fine, it's just the waking up skills that suck."

She rolled her eyes. "Well if you don't want my company just say so, god." she retorted, sarcasm drenching the statement. "Are you always this sunshiney and ga-" she paused at the realization that she'd almost said a word that could be taken offensively. She hadn't meant it in that context and really wasn't in the mood for an argument. "Sunshiney and bright in the morning?" she finished.

Happily he didn't even notice, distracted by how little milk he had. "I gotta go shopping again, beh. I hate shopping for food, it's so dull."

Inwardly she heaved a sigh of relief. Either he hadn't noticed or just didn't care. "What do you expect shopping to be?" she asked. "It's not like they can make it much more entertaining really. Unless of course all the cashiers were dressed like strippers." she smirked.

"I could go for that, actually. A nice show with the food, some service with your shopping. Maybe there's a business idea in there somewhere." He chuckled into the phone as he set up his food. "Nah, I just hate going out for the same thing I just bought two days ago."

She laughed in return. "Well why don't you buy more than two days worth of food?" she questioned. "Do you need lessons in grocery shopping as well?" she questioned teasingly.

"You're not my friend, you're just mean. You're the nagging morning phone call fairy or something. I didn't even leave my phone under my pillow, you shouldn't be nagging me!" He grumbled and looked for the sugar, which of course he knocked over, spilling everywhere. "DAMMIT."

She sighed. "Sorry..." she said with a shake of her head. "It's been a long day and I'm really not trying to be mean..." She frowned a bit, it was the truth, she'd just been joking. "What happened?" she questioned, assuming from his outburst he'd done something that wasn't to his liking.

"No, I wasn't swearing at you...I just knocked over the sugar, and I broke the thingie. Dammit, I just got the ants out of here last week." He grumbled a bit, starting to pick out the glass from the mess. "Sorry about that, I just get retarded when I wake up."

"Yeah..." she said softly, running her fingers through her hair, twirling a long strand around her pointer finger. "I probably shouldn't be so hard on you first thing, huh?"

"I guess. Still you're right, it's not first thing anymore, and I should probably get up and moving. I gotta work tomorrow, so maybe I can actually -enjoy- my day off instead of sleeping it all away again."

She smiled. "I don't blame you for sleeping all day really. I'd love to do it myself, especially with all the stuff that's been going on lately." she sighed.

"So what's been happening? Apart from the bogeymen, I mean." He tucked the phone against his ear with his shoulder, and started sweeping up the debris of the mess.

"Nothing really, other than playing slave to Derek. Doing his bidding and what not. Paperwork, tours of stupid companies and tons of phone calls. It's nice to get a few minutes talking to someone for myself for a change." she said. "Even if we aren't friends." she tacked on teasingly, the joking tone clearly evident.

"Oh, of course." He snorted, but it was clear he was calming down. "So not-friend, want to hang out whenever the heck it is you get back from bratwurst land? We can find a bar around here."

She laughed. "Now why would I find a bar with a not-friend?" she questioned. "Sounds like a plan though. I need to work out my fake ID anyway." she told him. "Gotta get in that last use of it before my birthday this month."

"Cool." He seemed entirely unfazed by the jest, not-jest, or whatever the comment was. "There a good burgers and beer place around here we can hit up? Oh, speaking of beer, bring me some of that German stuff, I hear it's really good."

"I'll see what I can do love. Anything else I can add to the list of things for my non-friend. Perhaps something that'll upgrade me to 'friend' status?" she smirked, crossing her legs and typing up the list she'd handwritten for Derek.

"You're a riot. Just look me up when you get here, and we'll do something fun. I could use a bit of getting out of the house, work's only fun so many times."

She smiled. "Will do, love." She promised. "I should be back sometime this week hopefully. Maybe King Derek will relieve me of my duties for a night on the town. I need to get plastered. You must promise me though that you'll excuse anything I may say and/or do while drunk." she smirked.

"Give you an excuse for anything you do while you're drunk, got it." He smiled into the phone at that. He wasn't usually good at playing with words, but every now and then he scored a winner.

She smirked. "Well as long as you promise not to hold it against me if I throw myself at you." she laughed. "My better judgment, though it's not that great when sober, doesn't exactly shine through when I'm plastered."

"Is this where I make the 'hold your body against me' joke, because if it is I missed the cue." He looked for his keys, deciding to skip the cereal and just eat out again. He had some money from his last check left, after all.

"Well if you want to hold my body against you..." she teased. It was refreshing to have someone to talk to that wasn't barking orders at her like Derek had been most of their conversations the last day or so.

"Nah, I'm sure I'll live. I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss an important joke. Gotta keep up my man-cred. Where the fuck are my shoes?" He had been all over the living room already, and couldn't see them.

She laughed. It was different to have a guy to talk to that wasn't trying to get in her pants, and one she wasn't trying to seduce. Though different, it was a refreshing experience. "Are they still on your feet?" she questioned. "Maybe you passed out with them on." she smirked.

"Hey, shut up." He grunted, but it gave him an idea, and he headed back to the bedroom. Sure enough, they were poking out from under the bed. "Don't you have some belgians to rip off or something, for their precious precious chocolate?"

Again she laughed. "Chocolate actually doesn't sound like a bad idea." she replied. "I could use a little sweetness in my day. Especially with all the sourness that you're giving me." she teased.

"That's me, baby, I'm the cod liver oil that keeps you healthy." There was a smile in Sasha's voice though, as he began tugging on his worn old sneakers. "I think I need to get new shoes, these are busting up. Just when I thought I'd keep some money in the bank this week..."

"Shoe shopping. Do you hate that as much as grocery shopping?" she questioned, looking down at her own shoes. "I could use some new shoes myself." she added. "Maybe we'll make a day of it. Shoe shopping, grocery shopping and getting plastered afterward. What'dya think?"

"Uh..I was gonna kinda go today." He blinked at the invitation as he tugged his laces into place. "But if you want, sure, I can wait til you make it back."

"I say you wait." she offered. "It'll be fun. You'll see. I can make shopping interesting, maybe you won't hate me so much afterwards. Not that I really need more shoes... well of course I do. A girl can never have too many pairs of shoes right?"

"I don't hate you. I hate waking up." He chuckled, finishing up his shoes and standing. "Alright, I'll wait til you get back. When's that, anyway? I don't wanna be waiting a month yanno."

She shrugged. "I'm not sure really, can't be long, hopefully by the weekend. I'll have to talk to Derek and find out when we're heading back. I'll be sure to give you a call and let you know though." she promised.

"Alright, sounds good." Sasha nodded and rubbed at his face. "I'm gonna go get some food, so I'll talk to ya later, alright? Unless you got some pressing need to keep runnin up long distance." He smiled at that, at least he got free weekend time.

"I'll talk to you later, Sasha." she told him. "I need to get back to these phone calls anyway before it gets too late. I'll give you a call later."

"Later Jules, have a good time in Berlin." And he hung up, stifling another yawn. "Fuck. Shoulda got a shower first...yeah, think I'll do that." And with a sigh, Sasha started unlacing his shoes once more.