>>19353574Bree Jefferson's face lights up in a smile and he takes Sheila's hand.
>"No way, holy shit, you're a friend of Colby's? Nice to meet ya, Sheila. Love your accent. You can call me Bree, if you want."He continues to let the box rest against his hip, and gestures to the bottle in Sheila's hand with a laugh.
>"This box? It's not so bad. I'd offer you to trade, but I might have to lighten the load a little bit if I was carrying that bottle around. It's been a LONG drive over here."He looks at the intercom, frowns, and immediately reconsiders.
>"Hang on, actually, maybe if you can hold this for just a second, I'll try and get us in."Bree hands off the box to Sheila. It's sort of heavy; it's got a lot of magazines in it. With his hands free, he quickly pulls his cell phone out of his coat, and taps out a quick message to Colby.
Bree Jefferson to Colby Jefferson:
>Hey, are you home?>I'm standing outside the Mansion grounds with your friend Sheila. Tell the guy in charge of the gate to let us in."Colby Jefferson's phone, plugged into its charger in the bedroom, rings out with a chime. Down in the dining area with Nikki Kade, Colby does not hear it right away.
Back on the outside, Bree takes the box back from Sheila.
>"Is it really someone's birthday today? I had no idea, this is just a Christmas present for Colby. Hope that doesn't make the birthday girl mad."