Phonecall
Patsy held Bailey's hand as she led her to the dancefloor, she switched off her power from the connection. Crowded places like dancefloors on nights out, where Bailey would have certain parts of her body exposed, made her anxious. People would knock into one another or try and squeeze past you and this usually resulted in them placing their hand on your hip or shoulder or back. Bailey could never completely ease up and let go on a dancefloor as she would be using a large amount of her concentration to keep her powers off as best as she could. She was on alert for any physical contact.
She and Patsy held their drinks up high and sang loudly, and badly, to a song that was overplayed on the radio. They threw their hair around and jumped up and down as much as their drinks would allow them without spilling. The next song was an angsty 2000's pop song, Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson, which brought out the over-dramatic dance moves and facial expressions from the two friends, each one of them trying to outdo one another. Bailey ran her free hand through her hair with her head tilted all the way back whilst mouthing the words she was surprised she still knew. Patsy sang into an invisible microphone she was holding. They didn't care how crazy or silly they looked; they were having fun.
A large body backed into Patsy; their elbows collided causing her drink to splash up. She lost grip of it; the plastic glass fell to the floor then was kicked by fellow dancers till it was lost in the crowd.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A man said.
The two turned around to look at him. His face lit up when he looked at Patsy. He had blonde hair, with half a can of hairspray on holding it in place, with blue eyes, and thick lips. He was about a foot taller than them, with large broad shoulders. He was probably in his late twenties like Bailey and Patsy.
"Don't worry about it," she leaned in on her tiptoes to reach closer to his ear and called over the music.
"No, no, that must have been like a full drink." He said kindly, whilst leaning in too. "What was it, please let me get you a new one?"
"Are you sure?" Patsy asked then looked to Bailey, she was watching the man carefully.
"Honestly, it's the least I can do." He smiled, showing off extremely white, neat teeth.
"Oh, okay then," She accepted, "Thank you."
"What was it you were drinking?" He asked as he took out his wallet.
The brown leather wallet was bulging out with the amount of cash he had in it. Bailey rolled her eyes, he was one of those was he, she thought.
"Pornstar martini," Patsy smiled.
"I'll be 2 minutes." He winked.
"Thank you!" She called after him before turning back to Bailey, "He was hot! And he was nice!!"
"Hmm. Yes. He did seem nice." She said, skeptical.
"He gave me Steve vibes!!" Patsy continued.
This guy was very much Patsy's type, smartly dressed, looking like he went to college and was part of a fraternity, a gentleman; the blonde hair and blue eyes were two of Patsy's weak points. That's what did it for her with Steve. Patsy had revealed she had a small crush on him to Bailey during the first year into the job at Psych. At the time, Bailey tortured her for it, but the three of them grew to be very good friends and her crush turn from minor romantic feelings into respect and a genuine appreciation for who he was.
Bailey scoffed and rolled her eyes again, "That is pushing it Pats. That guy wishes he had Steve vibes!"
Patsy returned to dancing, with a giddiness inside of her at the thought of a potential hook-up with this guy. Bailey on the other hand danced much less enthusiastically, she felt like there was something a little off with it all. The occurrence was too organic to be genuine, she thought. A few minutes went by and Patsy's new drink arrived.
He reappeared, "One pornstar martini for one gorgeous lady." He charmed another smile onto Patsy's face.
"Oh, thank you so much!"
His eyes devoured her appearance; he looked at all her features on her face, before lingering too long on her breasts. He passed her the glass and tried to give her the shot of prosecco too.
"No, please you have that." She insisted.
The two of them were being incredibly polite with one another. He took the shot and necked it back whilst Patsy took a sip, watching him from over the top of the glass.
"I'm going to go find my friends, so enjoy your drink but please feel free to come see me later." He winked.
"Yeah okay," Patsy smiled, she was a little smitten with this man.
"I'll see you two later then." He smiled and looked at them both, making a point of acknowledging Bailey who had stood by without saying a word to him throughout the entire interaction.
The man, who never made a point of introducing himself, Bailey noted, turned on his heels to exit the dance floor. He squeezed past Bailey, he momentarily put his hand on her exposed back. Her eyes lit up white, but instead of closing it off, she let the connection happen and looked into his mind to see if he was genuine for the sake of her friend.
“I'll give it half an hour before it kicks in then she'll be good to go.”
Bailey ran cold but her face flushed red with anger, she whipped her head around to see the man's blonde hair merge into the crowd. She grabbed Patsy's glass whilst she was still holding it.
"Hey!" She said, confused as to what Bailey was doing.
Bailey used her fingers as a spoon and scooped the bottom of the glass out. She brought her hand back out of the juice to reveal some kind of undissolved, white substance; it was fizzing away making her fingers feel like they were vibrating. This man was trying to drug her.
"That bastard." She spat, enraged.
Without needing to explain to Patsy, Bailey hurried after him. The guy looked over his shoulder with a grin, but he spotted her hastily following him with a face of thunder. His smirk vanished. Patsy rushed behind Bailey as best as she could whilst in shock. He headed for the tinted glass door of the club and ran out into the street, barging past those smoking outside. Once Bailey was out of the crowd and onto the pavement, she made a run for it too and caught up to him, even in her heels. She ran alongside him for a moment before shoulder barging him into an alleyway. He grunted as she made contact.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She shouted as she followed him into the dead end.
He walked backwards trying to keep away from her, but Bailey had him up against the brick wall beside a bin with no means to escape her and her wrath. She slapped the hand with the mushed-up drug across his cheek, leaving the white bits across his face and close to his mouth. He quickly wiped it away.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He yelled.
"Then why did you run huh?! You're a liar, and a predator!" Patsy hurried around the corner to the two of them, Bailey pointed to her and continued, "You tried to spike her you pathetic son of a bitch."
"No, no, I never." He carried on spinning his lies.
Bailey let her eyes glow and then grabbed his throat, "Did you spike her drink?"
The man's eyes glowed too, Bailey's powers demanded that the next thing to come from his mouth would be the truth, "Yes, I spiked her drink."
With her free hand, Bailey punched him in the stomach as hard as she could. He tried to buckle over in pain, but she kept him pinned by his neck against the wall. His face went red and the veins in his neck pulsed out his skin.
"You will never spike another person's drink for as long as you live." She ordered through gritted teeth.
"I will never spike another drink." He confirmed, now bound to his words.
"You will only ever have consensual sexual experiences." She continued.
"I will only have consensual sexual experiences." He repeated.
But Bailey was not finished there, she was not going to let him get away with nothing but a telling off and a jab in the gut, "And you will never be able to hold your embarrassing excuse of a cock hard enough for longer than 60 seconds."
"I will never be able to hold my embarrassing excuse of a cock hard enough for longer than 60 seconds." He spoke.
"Now fuck off and go home." Bailey released her grip from his fat, now purple looking neck.
He ran away from the two to leave them alone in the alleyway. Bailey hurried to Patsy, she looked very pale.
"I need you to make yourself sick, you had a sip," She asked of her friend, Patsy shook her head. "Come on," Bailey encouraged, "Stick your fingers down your throat and get it out of your system."
Patsy did as she was asked and threw up, Bailey held her hair back as she bent over beside the bin and vomited what was the entirety of the evening's drinks.
Bailey was not going to let her friend be alone after the events of the night, she brought Patsy to her apartment for a sleepover, and to keep an eye on her in case she had ingested a small amount of whatever the dickhead put in her drink. Patsy was very drunk; she was holding on and trying to hug Bailey’s neck as they came up the stairs to her apartment. She was being loud and emotional, thanking her for saving her and looking out for her.
"Thank you sooooo much Bails, I don't know what I would do without you." She slurred, "You're the bestest-estest friend I could ask for."
"Shhhh, Patsy, my neighbours have young kids and it's late." Bailey told her. Patsy pretended to zip her lips and throw away the key.
Bailey carried her to her bed and helped her changed into a t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. She covered her over and retrieved her a glass of water and a bucket in case she needed to throw up. Patsy said thank you and how grateful she was to have a friend look out for her and passed out on the pillow with her mouth wide open.
Bailey felt exhausted. She wandered into her living room and slumped into the sofa. She sighed and rubbed her temple before taking off her shoes. Bailey thought of the night when she was at college, if only she was there with her friend, maybe she could have helped her like she did Patsy. That friend of hers, she thought of often. Whether it be from hearing their favourite song, seeing one of those red party cups, or catching to scent of apple Sourz they used to drink. Bailey's heart ached for the life she could have had with her friend, for the life her friend deserved. Bailey knew that she would always be weighted down with the responsibility she held to the incarceration of her friend at the mental hospital. She chewed on her nails for a moment before reaching for her phone. She toyed with the idea for less than a minute before dialling the number and making the phone-call.
"Hello?" A gruff, confused voice answered.
"Hi, it's me, I didn't wake you, did I?" Bailey asked.
"Bailey, it’s you. Hi, no. You didn't wake me, not really. Have you had a good night?" Bucky asked.
"I've had better, and I've had worse." She replied honestly.
"Did you dance with anyone?" He asked sounding eager. "I bet they were lining up out the door for the chance."
Bailey giggled down the phone, "I didn't, only with Patsy, I knew no one would be as good of a dancer as you."
"Good girl," he said, making her heart flutter, "Are you alright? You don't sound quite like yourself."
"Someone tried to spike Patsy." She explained, "She's okay, but it's just scary, you know."
"Oh god, that's awful. I'm glad she's okay." The concern was heavy in his voice, "That must have brought up some shitty memories for you."
Bailey was surprised at him remembering this detail she had shared with him on the roof, he was so very caring, "Yeah, I was just thinking about her before I called."
"You can't change the past Bailey, but you can accept it for what it is."
"Oh," She said, amused, "Are you my therapist now?"
Bucky's voice slipped a little deeper, "I can be anything you want me to be."
"Good to know." Bailey smirked before continuing, "How have you been sleeping of late?"
"Not awfully, I've slept better in recent days mind. You were in my dream the other night." He confessed.
"You told me already, about the beach." She explained.
"No there was another dream afterwards, we weren't at the beach anymore, but we weren't anywhere particular either. It was just you, glowing." He described.
"Huh?" Bailey was caught off guard. Bucky had never seen her powers in action that way. There was the time she used them in front of him with David from security, but she had her back to him so he would never have seen her eyes glow.
"You were glowing, like around you there was this white-ish mist, and your eyes weren’t your normal hazel colour, they switched to white then glowed. You looked like an angel." He described.
Bailey was shocked, this was exactly what happens to her when she used her powers to their full extent. It had to be from the dream she inserted. It was something she had never done before, but she thought she had managed to block what was happening to Bucky's subconscious, obviously it was not as successful as she first thought.
"Oh, how strange," Bailey noted, trying to sound a little disinterested. "I can assure you I am no angel."
"I can only imagine." He said suggestively. Bailey could picture the smirk on his lips and the look in his eyes before thinking about doing something ungodly to him.
"Well, Bailey," He said before yawning, and snapping her out of her dirty daydream. "It was nice of you to think of me so late at night and give me a call, but I must admit, you did wake me up."
"I'm so sorry," She said quickly, "I'll let you go back to sleep."
"Thanks, I hope you sleep well." Bucky said.
"I hope you do too." She replied, really wanting to hear his voice for a short while longer.
"Good night Bailey," Bucky felt the same. He never wanted their conversations to end, it always felt too soon.
"Good night Buck." She said sweetly.
"See you tomorrow." He held the line.
"See you then." Bailey finally said before hanging up the phone.