Happenstance ⌱ Jim Hopper

[ 5 ] TOMMY GUN

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"HEY THERE, Jodie!"

Jodie groaned into the phone and slung the pale, cream cord over her shoulder. The voice wasn't one she'd been hoping for, and she expressed the caller's unwanted presence as she slammed the phone back onto the hook.

Sighing, Jodie grabbed her mixing bowl of odd ingredients from her counter and stalked back to the phone, waiting. If it was an important call, the idiot would ring her again. They would be at her leisure, a slave to whether or not she would hear them out. Jodie smirked at the god-like power. Oh, how she loved phones and the power they gave her.

Riiing... Riiiing...

Jodie stared at the phone, playing with the concoction tucked against her chest, her dark eyes watching the phone jingle jangle on the hook.

Riiiiing... Riiiiiin—

Smirking, Jodie delicately lifted the phone and placed it against her ear. "Hello?" Her voice was sugar sweet almost like the first call had never happened. The voice on the other side of the line faltered.

"Hey, Jodie Whittier? This is Phil, Phil Callahan down at the Police Stat—"

The phone hit the hook again. Jodie cackled to herself and waltzed into her kitchen, rather enjoying herself. It was a fun game. Plus, she didn't care for Phil Callahan, so pestering him didn't bother her in the slightest. Popping open her ten-year-old oven, Jodie checked the thermostat and decided her casserole was almost ready for baking.

Phil took a little longer to call back the third time, probably annoyed at the girl. Jodie debated whether she should hear him out the fourth time he called, or the sixth, as she placed her food in the oven, knocking the door closed with her knee.

Grabbing a kitchen stool, Jodie perched herself in front of her landline, wickedly waiting for her little game to continue. Phil was probably seething by now. A couple more minutes passed. Jodie examined her fraying thumbnail, picking at it with a frustrated frown. It had taken her so long to get them to the length they were.

Riiiiing... Riiiiiing..... RIIINNNGG—

Jodie fought to contain the giggle that bubbled up inside her chest as she plucked the phone up. "Hello?" She asked, once again as innocent as could be. The voice didn't speak on the other end right away, but she could hear Callahan's angry breathing echoing through his receiver.

"Hello?" She asked again, finger hovering over the hook, ready to click the line off.

"Don't hang up!" Phil shouted. Jodie could hear someone scrambling on his end, either with a stack of paper or shuffling around. Maybe both. Callahan called out to something on his side, not bothered to muffle his voice.