49th Inning

[freakinblur]

[So what happens when Scout has too many drinks at the bar, wanders outside, feels a bit bored and spots a phone booth? CRANK CALLS. That's what.

Except that he's too drunk to even finish his jokes, and he finds himself *hilarious*. So he only gets to start his "jokes" before dissolving into laughter and giggles.

He's just dialing numbers at random, so there's a chance that he's called YOU!]

Hey! Hey! I'm lookin' for a guy. Named I.P. I mean, Freely. I.P. Freely. Get it?! Hahaha! Or how about... Seymour Butts. That's even better!

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[ooeeooahah]

Please tell me you aren't driving, hon.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Driving?! There's no steering wheel in this phone booth, toots.

[ooeeooahah]

Oh, good - you didn't find that other booth.

[ Okay, so this was somebody who didn't automatically think "cell phone" when someone drunk-dialed. He sounded familiar, but not somebody she knew by name yet. ]

You got somebody to make sure you get home all right?

[golds]

[ ... So not amused. ]

My, it seems I have a true comedic genius on the line here, hm?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hell yes, I am the next Flip freakin' Wilson, ain't I? Wait wait wait, I got one fer ya. Who shaves 25 times a day and still has a beard? A barber! Get it! [Insert drunk laughter here]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Two can play at this game, Scout!]

Nope, haven't seen 'em! By the way, do you have Prince Albert in a can?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh wait, I do! GUESS I BETTER LET HIM OUT! [Raz, this is why he likes you.]

[femtags.livejournal.com]

I think someone needs to stop drinking for a couple of hours.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I think someone needs to... find me more beer. Yes.

Anyway, that wasn't funny. I want jokes, pally!

[aliensinyour.livejournal.com]

... Are you drunk or simply bored?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Little 'a column A an' a little 'a column B. Anyway, it's your turn. Hit me with a joke. Bet you can't make me laugh!

[Actually he'll laugh at just about anything right now.]

[viridian-knight.livejournal.com]

Sure you're not looking for Amanda Huginkiss?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Why would I b-- OH! I get it! [He starts laughing.] Good one, pally! Or how about... Ivana Tinkle.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Dunno. He friends with Olivier Clothesof?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I think he knows Hugh Jass!

[strayprincess.livejournal.com]

Ugh! Gross! This isn't what the phones are for!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Aw, c'mon! That was so tame! That ain't even the worst I can tell.

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

[He was so tempted to hang up when he recognized that voice, especially with the drunken slur it has, but hey wait a minute he actually knows that voice.]

Since when were you old enough to drink?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Since I said I was!

[He's too drunk and thinks it's BLU Spy at the moment.]

[radiant-will.livejournal.com]

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You've reached Kallen Kouzuki. Unfortunately I'm not here right now, but I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Please leave a message, so long as it's actually comprehensible.

Beep.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

No! What! Kallen, pick up! You should come out to the bar!

[im-the-cute-one.livejournal.com]

[Manlier voice is go.]

Yes, this is Mr. Butts. Mr. Freely is too busy to come to the phone right now. How can I help you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He's laughing so much. This is hilarious.]

I'm callin' about your Prince Albert in a can, if he's runnin'-- I mean your fridge-- Aw shit. [He laughs again.]

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Have a bemused cartoon rabbit standing outside your booth watching.)

Yer technique needs woik, kid.

((OOC: Yeesh, it's been a while since Bugs threaded with Scoot!))

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout just

blinks at him blearily for a moment

before breaking out into a grin!]

Yes! You! Ya gotta get in here. People'll have no idea, it'll be great.