"Cheyenne! I'm so glad you called back. Guess where I am! Vegas! Kind of on a job at the moment, but it's supposed to be a quicky and I'm really hoping this time I can stick around a bit longer than last time. Johnson acted like a bit of a jerk at first but it got a bit better... Oh, and before you ask, let me tell you that no, this isn't another one of those jobs. I've done some thinking about the stuff you said and, you know, did some soul searching or whatever and I suppose maybe you were right... So this is a nice job, you know. If stuff works out noone will get hurt or any of that nastiness. And then I can spend the money on shopping! Didn't Zoé just open a new flagstore in this city? Or was that Mortimer? Hey, maybe you could come over, you know, grab a plane, have some fun, do shome shop... Oh, and shoes, I need a couple new pairs!", Silk blurted out in a speed that would dazzle a professional rapper.
It was one of the many 'games' they used to play. Cheyenne never fell for the patented "dumb blonde word assault" which made the persons apparent IQ drop 40 points; she was the one who helped Silk perfect the trick.
"So, anyhow, there's this person who's got something I wouldn't mind having and he'll be leaving town, tomorrow. Word is he likes girls and has hired a couple of 'em the past week. So I was thinking, maybe you know someone who'd know what those girls know? Or could get me in contact with someone who could at least point me in the right way? Maybe even get me on the list of girls if he's ordered a fresh group for tonight?"