"Hello..?"

"Damien.."

"Damien you are drunk.."

"Damien, what's wrong..?"

"Why did you drink ?"

"Shit..um..is there anyone with you..?"

"Trey Beckett ? Thank God ! Give the phone to him.."

"Damien, you can talk to me when you've reached your house..now give the damn phone to him !"

"Hey Hotline Girl..I think.."

"Trey, it's me.."

"Wait, Auby ?"

"Yes.."

"Damn girl, you're the mysterious hotline babe my best friend's so hooked into ?"

"Trey, shut up. Now, tell me where you guys are ?"

"We're at Ophelia's, downstreet.."

"Why did he go there ?"

"No idea. I was finishing some work downstreet when I saw him.."

"Damn, that guy.."

"Auby..I can't believe you've been talking to him the whole time..I mean..you know what I am taking about.."

"Yes, Trey..I do..but..nevermind..just take him to his house and please just tuck him in.."

"Got it..Hotline Babe !"

"Don't laugh !"

"Sorry..it's weird.."

"Hey um, Trey ?"

"Yeah.."

"You tell him my secret, and I will kill you.."

"Done. But, you care about him."

"I care about everyone I know.."

"You care about him.."

"I care about everyone.."

"You care about him.."

"I will kill you.."

"Done deal. Anyway, I win.."

"Shut up."

"Bye..Hotline Babe.."

"I'll get you Trevor Beckett."