Love, in Progress

Spin the wheel of misfortunes and misery!

"Hello, you've reached Mikey's Bar- we're unable to take your call right now, try again later!"
"Again later" a female voice echoed into the receiver.

"Yup, who's callin?" Legs drawled.
"Fran." the voice replied.
"Francesca Norris, as in the Isdall woma-?"
"Yes", she interrupted sharply, "Lovely to speak to you again, Legs." she drawled sarcastically.

Legs moved away from the speaker, gave an exasperated sigh before moving back to the phone. The two had been in a somewhat 'childish rivalry' for a couple of years, the last time they were in the same room a bar fight broke out and she, somehow, stole his shoes.

"I haven't seen you in ages, or my shoes for that matter, good question- where are they at nowadays?" He asked with mock politeness.
"I'd love a little chit-chat, but I need to speak to Night Night."
"Any particular business?"
"None of yours."
"...'aight give me a second, I'll put you through... scary bitch." he mumbled before calling out to his partner across the corridor.

"Ayo Miguel! The Isdall woman is on the phone."
"What does she want?" Miguel's voice replied.
"I don't know, she wouldn't say."
"Well did you ask?"
"Of course I asked!"
"Fine, put her through." Miguel shouted back.

"Hello?"
"Ricky is freaking out, and Lucy is pissed off: what the hell is going on?"
"Hello to you too Francesca, still got my fiance's shoes?"
"Stop changing the subject, this is important."
"Ricky is old enough to sort things out for himself, dios why does everyone always expect me to do shit?"
"It's about Tinsley."
"...you have my attention."

"Ricky came round to my apartment. He was distraught, Miguel, couldn't stop repeating how 'the detective never actually loved him'- it turns out that the bastard had Ricky wrapped around his little finger, it was all just a ploy to get you two to fight."
"...oh."
"That's not all though, apparently the detective claimed you stabbed Miss Horsely- which set Ricky off. The detective isn't dead, but definitely injured. You'd better figure this out quick because mom knows and she's not happy."

Miguel realised that at some point he was going to have to talk to Ricky, and it was not going to be a pretty conversation.
"Leave it to me... I'll speak to Ricky" he concluded.
"Thanks, appreciate the help." Francesca replied before hanging up the phone.

Miguel sighed loudly, leaning back in his seat he pushed his hands through his hair.
"Everything good?" Legs asked, poking his head round the office door.
"No, because I know what I have to do and it's not going to be fun."

"Well? You gonna leave me in the dark, or should I spin the wheel of possible misfortunes and misery?" Legs mused, walking into the room and sitting down on the desk infront of his fiance.
"It's about your cousin."
"CC Tinseltown?"
"The bastard broke Ricky's heart."

Legs gave a low whistle, "Well I'll be damned, didn't think he had it in him."
"Neither did I." Miguel chuckled. "Ricky got real angry though- knocked the detective around a bit."
"Is he alright?"
"All I know is that he's still alive, and he's figured out that I stabbed the receptionist- certainly smarter than he looks, that must run in the family."
"I am right here!"

"Point is, I've gotta break it to Ricky that the detective never actually lied to him."
"How are you planning to do that?"
"I have no idea."