There's an agonizing wait. This was June's one phone call. If it whiffed, she was cooked.

RING. RING. RING.

Click.

"Wonderful. One second." Papers shuffled around on a desk likely overflowing with it, before there's a sudden pause. "Wait, what?"

There's a groan.

"June." It's unnerving how similar his tone is to Grigori's. "What did you do?"

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june sleigh

"Look, it's not important. I'm at the Slateport jailhouse. I tried to get out of a speeding ticket. It backfired. Are you gonna help me out or not?"

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howard slayte

There's a loud sigh.

"Fine." The admin shuffled some papers around. "What's the bail?"

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june sleigh

"I don't remember. I think the bitch told me, like, ten grand. Or something. For me? Impossibly big. For you? Chump change."

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howard slayte

There's a thud on the other side of the receiver. The groan grows louder.

"How the fuck did you get ten grand on a speeding ticket?" He's impressed, and it's evidently clear. However June managed to rack up so many violations is a mystery. "June."

It's clear that he's looking at a legal codex.

"You bribed a cop." His tone was accusatory.

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june sleigh

"Bribe is not the word I'd use," It's clear she was trying to find the words to describe what she did exactly. Without sounding like a pervert. "I simply made use of my. Uh. Assets."

Should've reached for her gun. Why didn't she? "Clearly she wasn't interested-- hey, are you coming over or not?"

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howard slayte