[ They pick up their head, looking at their cell. What horrible timing, who could be texting them this late at night? They were lounging against one of their poor victims they seduced and purposely intoxicated. They had shit to do, like taking some of their things, their cash – and maybe ruin their life a bit. The text message causes their brow to raise, violet eyes lighting up with amusement. Hooh, how amusing.]

[txt]: asdfghjkl;fewl;rlre,fl
[txt]: mmn...?

[ They wrote that purposely, of course. Had to give a little authenticity– they didn't know what this person's boss acted like, so they'd need to draw straws. Performance indicated they were an entertainer– costumes might imply theater....but the last bit confuses them. Who the hell would name their kids that? Were they pets then?]

[txt]: iggohhhh that's great1 1 1
[txt]: wht time.... ? why are we performing there again? i'm half asleep ~ ):

[Thus giving the implication he woke 'her' up– how rude Simon! Did you not see the time? A horrified gasp goes here.]