Message #148290

[Trine Larsen]

Being in Las Vegas was bittersweet. On one hand; it reminded her of the last time she’d been there. When Tony, Rayven, Kid, Chris, and herself had been out for tood and drinks. The fact that Tony had worn his newsies outfit out. Discussing which Green Lantern was better with Kid. And the looks on everyones face when Chris brought out their swimsuits.

 On the other hand;....it reminded her of the last time she’d been there. And that out of that group of five she was the only one there. That Tony was locked away in a hospital. That Rayven was locked away in a prison psyche ward. That Kid was spending a lot of time locked away in his own head.

They’d been texting, which had been a welcomed relief. It felt a little less lonely having him to share the day with. Sending pictures of interesting people or things she ran into. She’d gotten Tony a suvonier statue of Elvis in his famous dance pose- his waist was on a spring so when you flicked him he’d move.

It was hokey, but...for some reason she felt like she needed to get him it.

They’d texted so frequently she would have been lying if she said there weren’t a fee times she wanted to just call and leave him on speaker phone for the day. Even just the silence and empty air of knowing he was on the line was an appealing thought.

But if he hadn’t called yet it would have been weird.

Then her phone rang and the caller ID picture of Kid with his forearms resting on the top rope, standing in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt (she’d forgotten what had been on the front of it), shooting a finger gun at the camera with a wink.

She’d just stepped out of the elevator and into the hotel lobby with her phone in her hand and had nearly dropped it trying to answer the call in time.

”Hello? Are you okay? Is Tony alright?”

A phone call seemed urgent. Especially since they’d mostly been texting until that point.