{VOICEMAIL; Please Leave A Message}

[forgerydarling]

This is the Dog & Bone of one Mr. Eames.

I'm quite clearly unavailable at the present time, for reasons either fair or foul, but most likely a bit of both.
Please do leave your name slash pseudonym and your message after the beep, and i'll endeavour to get back to you at the earliest convenient opportunity.

Cheers.

Comments

[corym_forger]

"I believe I was promised a meal eventually, if you and Artie haven't fucked each other to death that is. I was also promised cookies. Call me or I'll just assume you've actually died in his arms at night.

Ha! Though you'd like that little bit of your era's music. Anyway, call me, we'll do dinner"

{click}

[forgerydarling]

I think you'll find you were promised cookies in exchange for leaving so we could get back to fucking on the kitchen table.

Why do you never answer your phone, ridiculous girl!

Anyhow. I'm free for dinner tomorrow night. Your choice of venue. Kiss kiss, sweetheart

{click}

[corym_forger]

"I never answer my phone because apparently my couch eats it. You must never answer yours because you're busy eating Arthur's dick... or something else equally clever. Whatever. Umm yeah to dinner, can we just walk around till we find something, I'm not feeling all that decisive.

Just come around my place.... I'll meet you in the Lobby at 7ish and we'll wander from there. Smoochies back at you, sweetie."

{click}

[delilah_taft]

Text from "LONDON'S BIGGEST DICK"

[forgerydarling]

You have one of two choices... scared witless at the London Dungeon, or posing next to waxwork models at Madame Tussauds.
Choose wisely!
E. xx

Text from Little Red Riding Hood!

[delilah_taft]

hmmmm...that's a tough choice. i'll have to go with the Dungeon. i've been to one too many wax museums, i think. when should i meet you, darlin? and what attire would be appropriate for this occasion? mostly asking since you'll be there ;)

~Lil <3

Re: Text from "London's Biggest Dick"

[forgerydarling]

3pm tomorrow sound ok? Would prefer you in a miniskirt and lowcut top, but come in casual dress if you like.
I'll be the handsome man in shades and a trilby waiting at the entrance.
Tooley Street, nearest tube London Bridge.
Wear sensible shoes.

kisses. E.

Voicemail. 0131.

[fischer_king]

"Hey, Eames... I don't know if you meant to message me, or if you were trying to get someone else, your writing... hinted that you may be intoxicated. Don't know if you're out of Ibiza now. I'm about to duck into a short business meeting, some old associates visiting from out of town. You can call, text, or email if you want to talk."

He takes a deep breath and sighs. "Miss you. Bye."