text: >"Weebubadubawumpabumb-baby-weebubadumpawumpawump," an ethereal voice flowed over thumping bass drum beats. Jacki was three glasses into a bottle of five-dollar pinot noir -- she'd promised herself she'd stop at two glasses after last weekend -- but tonight was no normal night. Tonight she'd tell her. She grabbed her phone to shut off the music. Her thumb hovered over the pause button while her favorite part played. >Joy was oblivious; she lay in bed with eyes closed, arms wrapped just under Jacki's breasts, and ears enthralled with the tinny voice coming from Jacki's phone. >The music stopped. "Dweeeeeeb," Joy squealed her favorite pet name for Jacki, "I keep telling you to get a new phone." A few seconds passed in silence. "That's my favorite part, girl, turn it back on." >A moment passed before Joy realized it wasn't the phone that stopped the music. Her eyes opened and her shoulders slid up the wall behind the bed. >"What's up?" >Tonight Jacki would count her wine consumption in bottles. Sorry I'm not sure how to properly format this post. This is not really a full story exactly, but I'd love to hear feedback on the writing style, particularly with respect to clarity.