Leone chuckled a bit at Siobhan's commentary about his apartment. "I'd hope your place was different than mine. We live in two very different parts of town." He spoke with a smile. His gaze flicked to the answering machine, which was flashing with a whopping nine messages. He absentmindedly hit the play button. A survey, but this and that for Christmas, silence... Then things got interesting.
"Yo Leo, Ace and I are meeting up at Tilly's at nine. Get your ass over there."
"Yo, Leo, donde the fuck esta? I told you to stop with those spandex shenanigans. Don't get me worried, alright?"
"I saw on the news there was some fire at Nox Corp, stay the fuck away from it-- Ace, turn down the damn music!"
"Damn it Leo. I'm getting you a cell phone. This is fucking rediculous. CALL ME."
"Look Leo, it's three in the morning. If I wake up and see that you haven't called me back, I'm going to start checking the alleys for you. Good night."
"Leo. Leo. Leo. Dude. Pick the fuck up. Martinez is pissed. He's on his way over to your place. If you're alive, blockade the door, run away, and change your name."
Leone let out a long sigh. He was exhausted. And the concept of dealing with an angry Martinez was not an especially fun one. Especially since Siobhan was here. It would get awkward in a hurry. "I'm gonna go get changed. Feel free to sit down anywhere." He spoke easily and slipped off into his bedroom. He returned shortly, dressed in a worn out black tshirt with several paint marks on it and a pair of jeans. He went to the phone and called up Martinez. Before he could say anything, he pulled the phone away from his ear quickly in response to the full blown Spanish flip out that could be heard on the other line.