Tyler's trip

*muffled club music, snogging sounds, Tyler and his dealer talking* *door being opened* Colchester: I beg your pardon? Tyler: Whaa-? [dealer]: Is there a problem? Colchester: *angry* I should coco. [dealer]: Don't like gays? Colchester: Let's just say, if I had the two of you together, I'm not getting a 10. And Tyler's an 8. Tyler: *slightly confused voice* Ah... thank you. *sounds of a struggle, likely Colchester manhandling the dealer away from Tyler* [dealer]: *indignant* Hey, hey! I've been waiting all night to get a turn on that! Colchester: Find someone else to prey on. He's in no fit state. [dealer]: Let go of me! Colchester: With pleasure. *throws him away* *door closes* Colchester: *sighs* Tyler: *confused noises* Where did... where did thingy go? Colchester: *patient* Elsewhere. Tyler: Ah, not your type? Colchester: *still patient* Not anyone's. Tyler: Eh, that doesn't mean you get to... *swallows, attempts to collect himself* you get to... *seems to give up* you know. *little breathy laugh* You jealous? Colchester: Not really. Look at you. Tyler: *petulant* You're not my daddy. *pause* Not unless you want to be. Colchester: *exasperated sound* Tyler! Tyler: *annoyed* Come on!!! I just wanted some fun. *suddenly thoughtful* We could pull over and fool around. Colchester: *disbelieving voice* 'Fool around'! *disbelieving chuckle* What have you taken! Tyler: *almost dreamy sigh* Stuff. *almost wistful tone* Lots of stuff. Colchester: *blunt* You're a mess. Are you up to this assignment? Tyler: Of course I am! Just taking the edge off. Colchester: *reprimanding* Mr. Steele! Tyler: You don't have to do what I have to. Spending all day scrolling through all that shit. Ah, the stuff people... *cuts self off, swallows* The things they say. All day. Reading it, I... *raises voice suddenly* You know, I'm not like you! Stuff gets to me! Colchester: *sighs* Tyler... Tyler: *briefly sounds like he's fighting tears* I just want to be numb for a few hours, okay? The stuff I let people do to me, you know I- I- I deserve it. 'Cause of what I let them say about her. It's sick. *working himself up* Bullets on her doorstep. *sputters helplessly* I mean why do they leave bullets?! Colchester: How long were you in that club. Tyler: *desperate* Not long enough. Don't you know? *bitter* You're following my every movement. And loving it. *huffs and puffs* Colchester: *picking his battles, trying a different angle* The tracker is not in your phone, so don't bother throwing that away. Tyler: *bursts out angrily* Just stop following me! Okay? Petra's a friend, and I wanna keep her safe. *petulant* Not that you'd understand that. *swallows back tears again* And I know what they wanna do to her. *on the verge of crying* Gosh I just wanna feel nothing for a few hours, alright? Colchester: Well next time just ask me, I'd be delighted to hit you with a rolling pin. Now, let's get you home. Tyler: *wet breath, wet voice* You're nice. You're nice to me, you're nice. *another deep, bracing breath; voice picking up again* How do I stop them killing her?