Selene toyed with the idea of throwing the phone at his head. Instead she took a large scoop of oatmeal and flung it towards his head. "So nice to have you on my side, John," she said. She didn't mind being accused of promiscuity but what she hated was being accused of being irresponsible. Granted, the longer she stared at the phone, the longer it tortured her.
Selene tilted her head towards Victoria. "What really pisses me off, is that I can't find my phone. I bet you it got switched," Again she attempted to hammer in a code with no such luck. When Herman and Nichole made their grand entrance Selene leaned back in her chair. "Babydoll, did I steal your phone last night, purely by accident? Or have I lost my mind?"