"I can't go on a date! Not with her. Hell, not with anyone, but especially not her. Why didn't you talk me out of this? She's out of my league, no matter what sport we're playing. And now I'm using damn sports analogies!"

Billy muted the intercom so that he and Sasha could enjoy a laugh (or two) at Madison's expense. The young bat-shifter getting aggravated was becoming commonplace as of late, and to Billy it was better than anything on television. Sasha was just happy that her friend's new outlet might provide Sasha with more quality alone-time with her boyfriend.

Sasha batted Billy's hand away from the button so that Madison could hear her.

“Sweetie, you're in anyone's league that you want to be in.

Any girl. . . sorry, any GAY girl would be lucky to have you. Okay, maybe some straight ones too. You're young, you're beautiful —-"

“I'm cramping your style," Madison interrupted in a mutter.

-- and smart," Sasha continued, annoyed that Madison had correctly guessed her sort-of-selfish ulterior motive.

"Heda seems really nice, and she digs you despite you being a psychopath."

"I am not! Mostly. And what do we talk about?"

Sasha rolled her eyes.

“You've been hanging out with her all week, and finding stuff to talk about hasn't been a problem."

Billy nodded.

"I think she's more concerned with conversation that might lead to sexual activity as well as post-coital ‘pillow talk’ and --"

Madison shouted. She was preparing a nasty retort when she "You're on live in five -~'

“Who said anything about sex?!" Madison was beginning to hyper- ventilate.

"-— four --"

"Madison," Sasha said, “you SO need to get laid."

"-- three --"

"Do not!"

"—— two --"

"You've worn out the batteries on that vibrator I bought you!" Sasha blurted.

Billy almost choked on "-- one --" as he hit the "on air" button, then collapsed laughing on the floor.

Madison was standing in the booth, her mouth moving and her expression one of utter embarrassment.

"This," she started with a squeak, then found her sultry on-air voice, "-- this is Madison, leading you up to high midnight, and that was a block of Led Zeppelin. Coming up, I've got a special treat for y'all from my hometown of N'awlins, Louisiana," she added, using her best bayou accent.

"A little bit of upbeat jazz for everyone, staring with the Preservation Hall Jazz Band's rendition of ‘When the Saints Go Marching In.' Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I always do." She clicked a key on her board to start the music playing. She had four songs to catch up on her bitching.