#and the case that was supposed to be hers Simon bailed her out | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

castle-dominion · 10 months

Text

6x5 time will tell

liveblog

Really can't see his face huh

Imagine if he was like a cartoon character & he was dead for like five seconds before looking up & his soul was standing there like "girl you're supposed to be dead" & then he drops & the soul finally floats back up.

sewer slide?

Lego a month already?

I mean I still ask my parents for permission bc I respect them & their judgement not bc I think I am less than them. she ALREADY signed the lease? "you're right honey & it was a mistake that I made at that age"

Mabe get beckett (who is basically alexis' future self) talk to alexis (beckett when she was a kid)

Didn't lanie love castle at first? "you sir have a gift for writing death" or smth? RC: A lot more lucrative, a lot less prison. Oh no a parole officer?

Oh I was WONDERING where ryan was.

Good. Call eachother a few times a month. Not super close but still sort of in contact.

RC: (to RYAN) Whatever crazy theory I could have come up with, this is better.

Meh only looks vaguely familiar. Reminds me of Diego in tua. Bible verses my beloved

Oh wait this guy IS that guy from the sketch My man has a grocery store scanner lol

Simon (john doe): Because. I’m from the future. RC: (low) This just became my favorite case.

Doyle? 2035, that is still over ten years from now.

SD: Ipso facto, QED I am not her killer. energy wars of 2031? don't you mean the helium wars? don't you remember my chemical romance's predictions about the killjoys in 2019? Also babe we HAVE other sources of energy, it's just that rich people don't want to lose their money on THEIR fuel sources.

Simon: I’m getting to that. Look – look. I’m a temporal anthropologist. What we do is travel back in time and we study culturally significant eras. Ancient Egypt, Middle Ages … man, I’ve been in Nazi Germany. I love how castle is into this

but he KNOWS NOW that it is 12:58 as a time, smth he didn't know in the psych ward. I love this man so much & I love how castle is so interested.

KB: For the sake of our future, please tell me you don’t believe that guy. RC: Oh, no. But you’ve got to admit, it’s a great story. KB: Really? KR: Ah, I thought it was kind of derivative. JE: Yeah, like a mash up of 12 Monkeys and Terminator. KR: nods. RC: Yeah, but it’s the way he told it. Total commitment. KB: Commitment that turned deadly. I mean, to maintain his delusion, Shauna had to die. He might not even know that he killed her. RC: Did you guys find out what this device was Doyle had on him? RC: holds up the scanner. KR: Yeah, tech says it’s just a bunch of junk thrown together. JE: What were you expecting, Castle? A time travel device? Dr. Who’s sonic screwdriver? He laughs. RC: You watch Dr. Who? JE’S laugh stops. KB’S phone beeps. GIRL LET HER WATCH DR WHO, IT WAS POPULAR AT THE TIME, ESP FOR WOMEN, SHE WAS PROBABLY A FANFICTION WRITER. WAIT THAT WAS NOT BECKETT, THAT WAS ESPOSITO. OK bro listen dr who is not a bad show, let him watch what he watches. at least it is not chiquitas or 2 cool for school.

Oh I forgot this was a lesbian episode lol

I don't think they would be allowed in this lesbian bar /j. Ooh new fanfiction idea: they let ryan in bc he looks like a butch lesbian.

Ah smart: We don’t have to. We had Veronica call him and tell him she’s been busted for solicitation. He thinks he’s coming in to bail her out. stock tips lol

What happened to the other psych for the cops?

When did he leave? do you have security footage? KR, sarcastically: and we’ll tell the DA what a swell guy you are.

Prison for years? that is a long long time.

always doing pushups always on alert lol.

His "mission" that would "change everything"

He could have been in a cult RC: unless he's the other time traveller Mom, watching me during my embarassing insane time: *laughing at castle making me decide to quote this*

Energy conference? energy wars? “destruction of the rightful kingdom of God by science and technology”. lmao insane

I don't understand that timeline castle tried to make

KB: Why don’t you guys go back in time All of them (laughing) KB: and see if you can dig up any of Ward’s known associates from six years ago.

Alexis hung up on him!!

Beckett is so smart & wise as an adult woman I won't clip this but wow alexis & her tiny hand

noooo he's already dead uwu crosswords

The child?

PHYSICIST? TIME TRAVEL! ENERGY SOURCES? BLACK HOLE? ALL THIS STUFF

Dr Wickfield, on video: Well, the work is very exciting. the work: *is math*

Esposito wearing nice outfit today.

Hastings is so right lol but also so wrong lol.

Nuts; Paranoid, things about the future, cleansing, this guy is kind of culty what bridges did he HAVE? Hastings: He said the electromagnetic field made it harder for the government to find him. I told you, the guy was crazy.

not giffing castle waving his hands at the energy plant lol outr vows

f u beckett.

Someone has been there beckett? probably a teen smoking pot.

effede up how cops can just walk around with all their guns out like that.

All those clocks on the walls?

Ok now I need to stop this bc my uncle is here & we are watching our stuff that we watch with him now & besides, it is time for me to stop.

I'm back! I only have a few hours before work but you know money is necessary to live!

Wow I missed what happened with that heck of a fight scene

Was my man actually tracking ward? Great sound it made lol

They just cuffed him here? What if ward comes back?

So wait she DOES become senator? Remember the s7 finale? Three kids including of excluding alexis? Don't tell them that much, that would mess up the timestream He writes serious literature? There is a t & also beckett even if he is delusional you need to be on his level.

RC: For your information, I wasn’t sharing details of the case. I was playing into his delusion to see what he knew. was he retroactively saying that?

Six years ago! Remember that?

Kid is not a high school student anymore SD: Hey, can I make a suggestion? (CASTLE nods like he’s listening) Ward. He was working off a photo of the letter. So perhaps the easier path is to ask, where’s the original? It’s bound to have the kid’s name and address. My man is actually smart

Ryan's nice tie Esposito's s1 outfit If I were her I'd be looking at date but then after that I'd look for browned letters

Dun dun dun not the child be des-chile See? university now

Doyle is soooo good. Everyone is watching him jump up & down in his cuffs with his videogame theory I just love it sm

Ooh planetarium, RC: The planetarium is all the way uptown. We’ll never get there in time. Send a patrol unit that is already in the area maybe?

Ooh this is beautiful, I love it. Oh no murder guy. Ward would just kill this kid in the middle of the observation? How did esposito get there so fast?

You ok honeybun?

My man is just not saying anything Love him Lol his creepy smile I love it. He looks like he really wants to say smth. Like he's... not nonverbal not semiverbal not selectively mute, what is the term? I have an autistic friend that sometimes has bouts of being unable to speak. Or theoretically able to speak but practically unable.

Ah PD: I’m the one who alerted security to Ward’s behavior at the energy conference six years ago. They stopped him because of me. KB: see? irl explanation RC: Yes. Now we know why Ward tried to bomb that conference. To kill Deschile. See, in the future when the famous Deschile were giving interviews he’d say that’s where it all started. Consequently Ward will know exactly where and when to find him. KB: You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you? RC: Well, apparently I already do it - we end up with three kids. He wiggles his eyebrows. She bites her lip and tries not to roll her eyes. SD: Like to know their names? RC: yes KB: no

KB: What abt your psych eval? SD: Oh, please. Are you kidding me? I passed that with flying colors. You should have heard the crazy stuff coming out of my mouth. Growing up in Denver, middle class family. Man, I haven’t lied that much years. I love him soooo much

Never been in a psych ward? But from the future. lmao I love this one so much jfsldjdksklfj SD: Oh wow. I don’t have much time left. Um … (he shrugs) I'un'ow… see you in twenty years.

RC: (laughs) Is it just me or does that make sense? KR: No, it’s just you. (not clipping)

My boy just disappeared & the MUSIC lmao I LOVE THIS SM

She just ruined evidence lol dun dun dun SHE was the one to spill the coffee! & her thing is already dry?

So ig time travel is real?

Oh no I forgot alexis was moving out!

If she's making a huge mistake, then it is her mistake & it is important to make mistakes!

AC: Who are you always saying is the smart one in the family?

Big sad. rly good ep, also time travel

#castle 6x5 #castle 6x5 spoilers #castle 6x5 quote #castle s6 spoilers #bc alexis moves in with pi #the time travel episode

0 notes

misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

Note

What do you think about Rudy in Misfits? I love all of Rob's charachters but I found myself annoyed overall with Nathan with his references, trying to always be center of attention, being two-faced infront of Simon etc. I know that's how is charachter is supposed to be but i like Rudy more, i mean he's an arse like Nathan but atleast he's sensitive and has boundaries.

I mean Nathan literally saved everyone twice by sacrificing himself. He went out of his way to protect Kelly. He openly admitted that the reason why he makes fun of Simon is because he loves him and is one of his best friends.

Rudy raped a girl in the first episode and also was a serial killer. 🤔 and talked about raping women constantly.

So I'm not sure how Nathan is worse than Rudy when Nathan was all talk because he's afraid to get close to anybody in case they abandon him like his dad did.

Nathan was very vulnerable with Kelly and even Alisha. And Ruth. He respected Kelly when she said no. He cared for and loved Jamie almost immediately. He was also willing to work on his relationship with Mike for the sake of his dead brother. He also put himself out there to protect Marnie and her baby who was nothing to him. He amended his thoughts on Jeremy when he realized Louise deserved to find love and be happy. He was also willing to be a diversion when the gang needed him to be. He could've bailed on everyone when they were mindfucked into being apart of the cult. He also chose to be slaughtered by the video game guy if need be. He gave up his immortality to live a normal life and provide for a pregnant girl he just met. Do you want me to go on?

Curtis was a prick to Simon too ya know. And Alisha was a serial rapist. Who only fell for Simon because future Simon was "hot" and told her too.

@immortalled @crabstick @super-unpredictable98 @robertsheehanownsmyass @joz-stankovich Any homies wanna add to it?

#nathan young #misfits

72 notes · View notes

moonlightpirate · 4 years

Text

Chapter 5

Alright time for chapter 5 guys! Gavin is in midsomer trying to figure out why and who could have taken Elizabeth. I would appreciate reblogs and feedback!

Taglist: @bluesfortheredj @neptunium134 @aureatemoonshine let me know if you’d like to be added or removed :)

If a refresher is needed here’s Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three and Chapter Four

The old lady chuckled as she strolled into the building, satisfied her plan was being set in motion. She approached the room they were holding Elizabeth in, “Any word regarding her father?” she inquired. “Yeah apparently he’s on his way, should be here before the day is out.” Vince replied. “Can’t believe it took them this long to call him.” Scoffed Simone. They all froze as Elizabeth began to stir. “Well hello miss Elizabeth. Wake up and join in our conversation would you?” cooed the old lady. Elizabeth groaned, trying to focus, and see who was talking to her. “Where am I? Who are you? What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked, panic starting to set in as she woke up more and realized she was tied up. “Oh don’t you worry about where you are dear, that’s not really relevant. As to what’s going on, well essentially we are seeking revenge on your father for what he has done to us.” The old lady chuckled. “But why take me then?” Elizabeth asked, starting to cry. “All in due time my dear. But first, don’t you want to know who we are?” The woman replied, maliciously.

Gavin burst through the doors of the Causton police department. He dashed down the all too familiar hallway towards the investigation department. “What do you guys have? Anything new to tell me?” Gavin demanded, as he went into the investigation department. “Good to see you as well Gavin. We don’t have too much new unfortunately.” John retorted. The man sitting behind John stood up, “Well, we do know they used chloroform to knock her unconscious. We believe it was probably so they could take her without too much struggle. Also Elizabeth did tell me about a strange old woman she saw, that she didn’t recognize, who knew her name and that she was your daughter. Also a witness said he saw a couple watching her when she was at the church in Badgers Drift. Oh! Sarah also has a video that they sent her basically demanding you or else.” Nelson chimed in. Gavin looked at the tall strange man who seemed to know more than John before he replied, “ Who are you? Plus what did you mean that there is an old woman who recognized her?”. Actually seeing Gavin Troy in person Charlie could see how Elizabeth resembled him. They had the same brown hair and blue eyes, she was kind of tall and lanky like him, and some of Gavin’s facial expressions reminded him of the ones Elizabeth would make. “I’m Charlie Nelson sir, most everyone calls me Nelson, I’m Barnaby’s Detective Sergeant. Elizabeth told me that when she arrived at Midsomer she saw a strange old woman who told her how much she looked like you. Plus that same woman knew her name.” “So you’re telling me a strange woman knew my daughters name, knew she was my child, and you didn’t even attempt to look into it? Or find it slightly odd?” Gavin glared at John. “I honestly didn’t think it was anything serious. I just figured it was someone she didn’t recognize.” John replied sheepishly. Gavin sighed as his anger at John began to rise. He was also scared because he couldn’t think of any older woman that lived here who should know that he had a child, or even know Elizabeth’s name for that matter. “It’s getting late, just take me back to your house so I can watch this video. I also want to know more about your witnesses and whatever else you can give me.” Gavin replied, trying not to sound too annoyed.

They headed to the Barnaby’s where they went over where all she had gone and the witness statements. Though after seeing the video of Elizabeth Gavin had to step out into the garden for a moment. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to not get emotional, but that had ripped his heart out. Gavin sat down on one of the benches in the garden trying to process everything when he remembered that he should probably call Cully. He knew he needed to update her but was hoping that she would be able to comfort him. “Oh Gavin I was starting to worry more than I was before! What news do you have?” Cullys panic stricken voice greeted him. “I think I’m going to need your father's input on this one. All I know is it probably has to do with one of our old cases, from what I’ve been told. Oh Cully they sent a video to Sarah and it was beyond awful seeing our daughter like that.” Gavin stated, trying to keep his composure for Cully’s sake, “ Have you told your parents yet?” he asked. “No I’m not sure how to go about telling them to be honest. You know how Dad is, he’s going to want to come help you.” Cully replied. “True, I don’t know if that’s the best idea. Mainly because they already are after me, I don’t want them to decide they want to add him into the mix.” he sighed. Cully started to cry again, “Gavin please be careful!”. “I’m going to try dear. I think come morning I’m going to take Sergeant Nelson with me to retrace Elizabeth’s steps, maybe reinterview a few of their suspects. I suppose I’ll go from there. Honey please go to your parent’s house, I hate the thought of you being alone during this. Plus it will be easier for me to update you and your father.” “Okay fine I’ll head over here in a bit. I’ll have Dad call you in the morning. Love you!” Cully replied, hanging up the phone. Gavin stayed outside for a bit longer before heading back in. It seemed everyone had gone to bed for the night, so he settled himself into the recliner and turned on the t.v.. Gavin pulled out his small notepad that he generally had on him and began to jot down some of his and Tom Barnaby’s cases. He figured that there were plenty of people who did not like him for putting them in jail but there weren't many that he could picture seeking revenge like this. Finally, after several hours, Gavin passed out in the recliner. He awoke unusually early after having a string of nightmares. Sighing, he headed into the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee. He found Sarah already awake in the kitchen, bouncing Betty on her hip, cooking breakfast. “Good morning Gavin! Manage to get any sleep?” Sarah chimed. “Unfortunately not really.” Gavin grumbled. “I am so sorry! I wish I could have stopped Elizabeth from going, or been able to join her!” Sarah’s voice cracked as the cheerful facade faded. “Please don’t feel bad Sarah. Elizabeth is truly a mix of me and her mother, but mostly her mother, with her determination. I doubt you would have been able to stop her. I just wish she would have called and told me about this strange elderly woman. Any idea why she didn’t?” Gavin inquired. “She never really said. But I can imagine it had something to do with John not believing her. Like, oh John didn’t believe me why would my father? I know Charlie and I both tried to get her to call or do something about it, but to no avail. But would you like some breakfast, maybe a shower, before you go looking for Elizabeth?”. Gavin nodded as he started to get lost in thought. They both jumped when they heard the plink of the mail flap. “What was that? We never use that mail flap….” Sarah asked, looking at Gavin confused. Gavin got up to investigate, upon finding a letter addressed to him. Sarah peeked her head around the corner, “Find anything?” “A note addressed to me.”, he replied, starting to open it as they headed back to the kitchen, “It reads Time to retrace your steps and think about your past. Here's a clue, at least we were faithful unto death! Hmmm that’s odd maybe I should get Tom’s opinion on this.” Gavin sighed, “Actually it would probably be better if I just head to the station and look into all my old cases, see if I can find any clues before I call him.”. “Okay I’ll let John know where you have gone whenever he finally wakes up. Good luck!” Sarah replied. Gavin arrived at the station, finding Nelson already there with a stack of papers on his desk. “Good Morning! I got here just a little bit ago and decided to start looking through the cases files of yours and Tom Barnaby’s. Just to see if I could find any clues.” Nelson stated. Gavin was impressed. “It’s like you read my mind, that’s what I came here to do actually. I got a strange letter this morning saying to retrace my steps and something about faithful unto death.”. They spent the next hour going over the cases jotting down notes when Gavin’s phone began to ring, it was Tom Barnaby. “Morning sir.” Gavin answered. “Troy what is going on? Cully arrived last night sobbing saying something about Elizabeth and me needing to call you.” Tom asked sternly. “Well sir Elizabeth has been kidnapped. Not sure who yet, the only clues I have are a couple, an Elderly woman, Badger’s Drift, and something about faithful unto death.” Gavin replied. “Okay I’m coming to help you. Sounds like you’ll need all the help you can get.” John said, with determination in his voice. “Sir please no it’s better if you stay there. They already want me, I don’t want them to decide they want you as well. Please for Cully’s sake stay there.” There was silence for a moment, he knew Tom was stubborn and that he really wanted to help, but he hoped that he would listen to him for once. Finally Gavin heard a sigh, “Okay fine Troy, but I require as many updates as possible. Oh, before I forget Joyce told me a few weeks ago that she heard that Simone and her husband Vince were bailed from jail. So probably best to look into that to see what you can find.” Tom hung up the phone before Gavin could even ask about Cully. Gavin turned to look at Nelson, “Well Nelson I have a different task for you. Look into who bailed Simone Hollingsworth and Vince Perry out of jail. I think it’s time for me to head to Badger’s Drift and look around.” Gavin stated. “Will do sir! Good luck, I’ll give you a call and tell you what I’ve found.” Charlie replied. Gavin decided it would be best to head straight for the church, seeing as that was the last place Elizabeth was seen. He spent most of the trip there trying to remember what case he and Tom had solved there, and if it posed any significance to Elizabeth being kidnapped.

#midsomer murders #midsomer murders fic #Gavin Troy #John Barnaby #tom barnaby #Charlie Nelson #cully barnaby #sarah barnaby

10 notes · View notes

scaredofheroin · 4 years

Text

Captain N - Chapter 7: Plotting Their Course

Five cups of specially mixed fruit drink were clinked together in celebration, the five heroes then taking a synchronized sip from their own glasses. Down in Club LOL, Captain N, Simon, Falco, Pit and Zelda enjoyed their victory over King K. Rool's forces alongside other townspeople. Upbeat yet relaxed music wafted through the club as everyone was casually chatting with each other. The townspeople were courteous enough to crowd the five guests, offering them space to move about and feel comfortable. Zelda and Simon stayed further away from the center of attention, while Pit and Falco mingled about. Captain N carefully drifted through the crowds, unsure of what he's supposed to do. He's never been invited to any kind of party during his time on Earth, much less one in his honor. It was much more difficult than usual for him to remain inconspicuous, not only because of his status as town hero, but also because Captain N stood head and shoulders above the people of New Leaf Town. As he tried to take in the fruity drink, two small raccoon boys in formal suits approached him, each holding a piece of paper. "Excuse me, mister Captain?" The one on the left asked. Captain N turned to face them, and they stood up more straight. "My name's Timmy!" The raccoon on the left introduced himself. "And I'm Tommy!" The raccoon on the right continued. "We're in charge of Nookling General Stores, our uncle now runs Nook's Homes." Timmy explained. "We jut wanted to say it's really cool that you saved our home from King K. Rool's henchmen!" Tommy eagerly piped up. Trying to remain humble, Captain N smiled as he waved his hand nonchalantly. "All in a day's work, kiddos." He assured them. "We were just wondering something..." Timmy trailed off, getting more nervous. "Can we get your autograph, mister Captain?" Tommy asked, holding up his paper. Captain N chuckled as he carefully took the paper. Tommy quickly produced a pen for Captain N, before he could ask for one. Taking the pen, setting the drink aside and getting down on one knee to use his thigh to write, Captain N felt incredibly flattered to have someone want his signature. Well, not HIS signature, Captain N's signature. Giving them Peter Lavancha's signature would only confuse his two young fans. He then took a moment to decide how to write his signature, then deciding on writing "Captain" diagonally in cursive, with a large "N" resembling the one on his varsity jacket behind the first word, adding "To Tommy, keep up the great shop keeping!" as the finishing touch. "Me next! Me next! ...oh, please!" Timmy spoke up, holding out his paper. Captain N graciously took the paper and wrote a similar message to Timmy, handing it back after careful writing. "Thank you, mister Captain!" Timmy eagerly thanked. "Yeah, thanks!" Tommy added. Captain N laughed waving off their formality. "Just Captain N is fine." Captain N informed the two. Waving goodbye, Timmy and Tommy ran back off into the crowd, chatting to each other. Captain N could pick up a few sentences on their conversation. "You think he's cooler than Link or Mario?" Timmy asked. "I dunno, Captain N only saved our town so far, those guys saved like the entire world!" Tommy answered. Captain N felt a slight shadow over him, as if trapped under the legacy of the heroes that came before him. Taking another sip from his drink, he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders again. Those guys, Mario, Link, Samus, Kirby and so on, they were all surely more skilled than him. They had more experience fighting these villains, from the sounds of it.

But they still lost.

Captain N nervously paced about the edge of Club LOL, his mind racing. He tried to calm himself, reminding himself of the victory earned today, but to little avail. His increasing nerves opposed those of everyone else present, who all seemed much more at ease, casually talking and exchanging jokes. Larger battles were on the horizon, and not just against the three kings. He knew invading Dracula's castle isn't going to be easy, and he really doubted his ability in facing the vampire face-to-face. His eyes darted around the club, searching for his allies. Pit and Falco were still talking to some of the townspeople, but Zelda and Simon were nowhere to be seen. Captain N's worrying intensified. Where are they? What are they doing? What if they bailed? What if-

Captain N took a moment, closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, waited a moment, and exhaled. Zelda has her magic, and Simon is more experienced in dealing with Dracula. Surely they were plotting the course to Castlevania. Deciding he shouldn't be alone, Captain N walked over to Pit, who was refilling his drink. He walked a bit slower and more carefully, still sore. Despite the noise in the club, Pit could hear Captain N approaching, and turned to face him. "Enjoying the spoils of victory?" Pit asked jokingly. Captain N shrugged with a smile. "It can be a little much to have all this in my honor." Captain N admitted. "You've really had a rough few days, huh?" Pit noted. "Eh, it could be worse." Captain N replied, rather bluntly. Confused, Pit prodded further.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"You just gotta count your blessings. I could've been sent to a world where nobody speaks the same language as me. I could've been sent to a world where the atmosphere is methane. I could have been teleported a mile in the air or underwater. I could have been sent here while I was in the shower."

Pit laughed gently before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, those are some good points." He chuckled. Captain N gently laughed along, taking another sip from his drink. It tasted rather sweet, but the taste was still unique from other fruit-flavored drinks he's ever had before. Maybe apples and grapes taste different on Yamajiro? It makes more sense than all the other stuff he's seen lately. Falco could be spotted leaning against a wall on the far side, setting his empty drink to the side as he answered questions asked by eager townspeople. A larger raccoon male approached Captain N, who greatly resembled Timmy and Tommy. "Excuse me, Captain?" The raccoon asked, getting Captain N's attention. Pit moved away, not wanting to eavesdrop. "Hey there, how's it going?" Captain N asked him. "I'm sorry if my nephews bothered you, they-" The raccoon started to apologize, but was soon waved off by Captain N. "It's fine! Always great to meet a fan!" Captain N assured. The raccoon nodded before continuing. "Anyway, my name is Tom Nook, I'm sure my nephews mentioned me." Captain N nodded, recalling their description of him, as well as Isabelle's description of him from yesterday. "I don't suppose you want an autograph too?" Captain N gently joked, where Tom shook his head in response. "No no, See, I run a housing business here, and I'm always welcoming new homeowners to New Leaf Town, so perhaps I could show you around where you could move in?" Tom offered. Captain N shook his head, smiling. "That sounds great, but I can't really afford to settle down yet. I'm on a mission, after all." Tom nook nodded to himself, slightly turning away. "Well, in case you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." He concluded, refilling his drink and walking off to find Timmy and Tommy.

As he was watching Tom leave, Pit noticed Simon and Zelda waving him and Captain N over. Nudging Captain N to get his attention, he joined Pit in walking over to the two, who produced a large map. Zelda conjured a small light to illuminate the map. "Here is where we are." Simon stated, pointing to a small town on the map. "And here is where we believe Castlevania is right now." He continued, dragging his finger over to a hand drawn mark further away on the map. "So that's where we'll find the next weapon?" Captain N asked. "We believe so. Yamajiro isn't home to many castles, so we're hoping that despite its mystical nature, Castlevania guards another one of your predecessor's weapons." Zelda answered. "Alright, now we're talking!" Pit cheered, turning a few heads. Falco walked over, peering at the map. "So we've finally got a plan?" He asked the group. Captain N nodded, pointing to the point. "That's where Castlevania is. When are we leaving?" Captain N asked Simon, who bluntly answered "Tomorrow morning, 7 AM.". Zelda noticed Isabelle beside the group, looking nervous. "I guess you're going to be leaving soon?" She asked. "Yeah, we've gotta get going." Pit confirmed, making Isabelle's expression sink slightly. "But what if more of K. Rool's or Dedede's or Bowser's forces come here? What will we do?" Isabelle asked. "Do not worry, I will know if your town is in any danger." Zelda assured. Isabelle seemed to be eased by this, perking back up. "It will be a shame for you all to leave so soon, I'm sure our mayor will have loved to meet you!" She insisted, to Captain N's slight doubt. What kind of mayor spends this much time fishing?

Just then, the spotlights dimmed and focused to the stage, specifically on a white male dog holding a tan guitar while sitting on a stool. The room quickly hushed, eagerly awaiting his song. Isabelle quickly shushed the conversation, despite there not being anyone currently talking. "It's K.K. Slider!" Isabelle eagerly whispered. A microphone was lowered from the ceiling, down to K.K. Slider, where he grabbed it and cleared his throat. "Good evening, guys and gals." He casually greeted everyone. The crowd applauded in response, and K.K. patiently waited for them to quiet back down. "It's been a real rough day, huh? Those no-good goons of K. Rool's almost came in and trashed the town." He noted glumly, but his tone raised after. "But we've got some new tight friends who protected us, and I think they deserve another round of applause." Once he was done speaking, the room erupted into more applause, with the spotlights focusing on the five in the back, Isabelle semi-awkwardly stepping out of the way. Captain N raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright lights, but Zelda and the others adjusted to the light easier, merely turning away from the spotlights. K.K. waved them forward, and the crowd parted to allow them to walk right in front of the stage, the spotlights following them. Captain N led the group forward, followed most immediately by Zelda and Pit, with Falco and Simon in the back, who had folded up and stored away the map in one of his pockets. K.K. looked upon the group warmly yet casually, leaning back into the microphone. "Tonight's show is in the honor of our most excellent guests: vampire hunter Simon Belmont, Star Fox pilot Falco Lombardi, leader of Palutena's royal guard Pit, Princess Zelda from Hyrule and the man we've all been waiting for: Captain N! Here's to teaching those three jerks a lesson!" K.K. announced, the microphone raising back to the ceiling as he adjusted his guitar. Simon and Falco simply gave a quick nod, Pit waved his arm eagerly, Zelda offered a polite wave to the crowd and Captain N waved, still incredibly flattered. The club hushed once more as the lights refocused to the stage, the silence all the more deafening, eagerly anticipating K.K. Slider's next song. After testing a few of the strings, he began to play.

As a painter with a brush to a canvas, K.K. masterfully and intricately fingered the strings on the guitar, producing a hopeful and invigorating, yet oddly peaceful tune. Captain N closed his eyes, allowing himself to be submerged in the melody. Drifting away from his physical presence in Club LOL, his mind was taken by the song to a scene of Captain N, Falco, Zelda and Pit on the peak of a large cliff overlooking a grand valley, painted in countless, beautiful colors illuminated by the sun rising in the early morning. This imaginary valley stretched out as far as the eye could see, with towns and small settlements visible in the distance. But as far away as possibly visible was a large, imposing castle. The music swelled, K.K. intensifying the song. This raise in tone in turn raised Captain N's spirits. In this moment, he felt invincible. With his allies at his side, he felt like he could take on the world. Dracula, Bowser, King Dedede, King K. Rool and whoever else. None of them stood a chance against Captain N or those who stood beside him. He opened his eyes back up, a smile having grown on his face. Everyone else was enjoying the music, albeit quietly as to not drown out the tunes. Even Falco seemed more tranquil than usual, focusing only on the song. Each strum of the guitar spoke levels of K.K.'s immaculate mastery of the instrument. Sadly, the song, like all things, had to end, and the song concluded with the notes drifting off and becoming quieter and quieter. Once the song was over, K.K. set his guitar to the side, and was met with immense applause, which Captain N and Pit eagerly joined in on. Even Zelda seemed more eager in her congratulatory clapping, clearly impressed with K.K.'s musical talents. "That's a little something I whipped up earlier today, I'm glad you all grooved with it." K.K. said, slightly exhausted from the performance. "Let's hear it again for our heroes!" He announced, earning even more applause from the crowd. As egotistical as it made him sound, Captain N was starting to get used to getting applauded. The outpouring of attention right onto HIM specifically, for what he did earlier today with his four allies, it made him feel a level of pride he's never felt before. Falco nudged his shoulder, grinning at him. "Soak it in, buddy. You've earned it." He encouraged. Zelda and Pit nodded in agreement, while Simon remained rather nonchalant in the face of such praise.

Captain N was content to spend the rest of the night like this, drowning in praise from his good deeds, but Zelda walked closer to the stage and spoke up. "Truly, it's been a pleasure to share this evening with you all, but our journey must continue, and we will be departing early tomorrow morning." She announced to the room, and Captain N could almost feel the tone of the room drop like an anchor. For someone so distinguished, Zelda sure knew how to be a party pooper. "We can't thank you enough for your endless hospitality, and I think I speak for all of us when I say we wish we could stay here." Captain N spoke up, hoping to ease the mood. After some murmuring to each other, it seemed like everyone came to an understanding. Isabelle carefully walked up to the front to address the townspeople. "We should all be getting some sleep, tomorrow is a new day for us all." She spoke up, and soon after the club started emptying out. Not too long after, it was only K.K., Isabelle, Falco, Zelda, Simon, Captain N and Pit. "It truly is a shame that you'll be leaving so soon, but we understand your reasons." Isabelle admitted glumly. "We all hope the waves of life are smooth for you guys." K.K. added, carefully packing up his guitar. "Yeah, those butts aren't gonna kick themselves!" Pit spoke up, lightening the mood a bit. "You all will always be welcome in New Leaf Town, and I'm sure our mayor would agree!" Isabelle assured. "I'll take your word for it." Falco remarked. "We should get going, we've gotta leave early tomorrow morning." Simon informed the two. After waving goodbye, the five left Club LOL and walked back to the hotel. "You four should get to sleep, I can handle the packing myself." Simon declared. Zelda was about to protest, but relented. The ascent up the stairs was slightly more difficult this night, due to still being sore from the battle. Pit and Falco were eager to get to sleep, and disappeared into their hotel rooms first. Zelda was about to go into her room, but Captain N got her attention. "Hey, Princess?" He asked. Zelda turned to him in response. "What is it?"

"You're... you've got access to important stuff, right?"

"...I suppose so."

"Do you think that maybe... when this is all over... I feel awkward asking, but could you and Palutena and the others... figure out a way to send me back home?"

Zelda paused for a moment and looked away, mulling over how best to respond, then looked back to Captain N.

"...We'll see what we can do."

Captain N nodded slightly, hanging his head. Knowing this was the best answer he was gonna get, he responded with a soft. "Thank you, Princess." A mutual, knowing nod was shared between Captain N and Zelda before they walked into their hotel room. As soon as he rolled into bed, Captain N immediately fell asleep.

What felt like only an hour later, Captain N was woken up with a banging on his door. Looking at the clock and seeing it read 6:59, he slowly got out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before answering the door. Opening the door, he saw Simon standing right outside, holding a large bag. "We're leaving now." He bluntly stated. "Yeah, good morning." Captain N mumbled, nodding. Looking past the door, he found Falco, Pit and Zelda standing beside him. Captain N briefly looked back in his room, instinctively wanting to pack his bags, but upon remembering he had no bags, he stepped out of the room and met everyone else. "Good to see you're more on time today." Falco noted. "I'm just that eager to get going." He half-lied in response. "Well, since we're all here, let's go!" Pit declared, marching off towards the exit of the hotel. Zelda could hear Falco grumble about not being able to use his Arwing, but Zelda decided to not scold his sour attitude. Captain N groggily stumbled down the halls, managing to keep up with everyone else. Fortunately the sleep he was granted helped assuage the soreness in his body. Simon led the group, where upon reaching the front doors, a fruit basket was placed on the carpet before them. Looking around, only the receptionist was up, and the town was scarcely populated, with the sun not having fully risen yet. Simon picked up the basket and found a note reading "Here's to your continued success from all of us! -Isabelle" written in cursive. He only let out a slight "hmph" and handed it off to Captain N. He carefully took it, and looking around to the group, he could see everyone was ready to today.

Next stop: Castlevania.

#captain n #nintendo #konami #crossover #the legend of zelda #princess zelda #star fox #falco lombardi #kid icarus #pit #castlevania #simon belmont #animal crossing #isabelle #tom nook #kk slider #fanfic #reboot #writing

2 notes · View notes

clairekatswritingcorner · 6 years

Text

Wounded Wings

Word Count: 1,235

Summary: Alexys never imagined the first time she’d see Simon’s wings they’d be covered in blood.

*Author’s Note*: Commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! I make the summary sound so angsty but I promise it isn’t as bad as it seems, he is an angel after all, I’m not sure how fatally wounded he can get. But this was another really sweet selfship prompt I loved writing, I hope you enjoy!

Alexys couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She didn’t want to believe it, but only because of the circumstances. On any other occasion she probably would have been ecstatic, jumping for joy and asking him all sorts of questions as she examined them with glee. But unfortunately, today that wasn’t the case, and instead the young woman found herself frantically trying to decide what her first course of action should be.

She dropped whatever she was holding and kept her eyes locked on him, shaken with both worry and astonishment. Grand dappled wings that shined with the red of the feather’s color, and also the red of the blood that was staining them, protruded from between Simon’s shoulder blades. Clearly this was an emergency, and she’d had plenty of practice with those in her line of work. She hoped those experiences would be sufficient enough for her to actually do some good in this situation, but first she had to work through her surprise.

She was standing at the front door, and as much as she tried to get her feet to move, it seemed they wouldn’t budge. She stared at her literal angel of a boyfriend, who barely managed to stay on his feet in the middle of her apartment, displaying something she’d never seen before. His wings were vibrant and majestic, and Alexys swore she could even see a slight sheen coming off of them. Surely that was a side effect of his angelic nature, and as she remembered that she wondered how he’d gotten hurt in the first place.

Because his impressive wings were dripping with blood in a few places, weak and fragile and injured. He must have been involved in a fight with another angel, one of the bad ones, since she couldn’t imagine anyone else having the ability to inflict this kind of damage. They didn’t appear to be broken at first glance, but she had to be sure. Such information was crucial to the form of treatment she gave him, and since he couldn’t go to anyone else, she knew she was going to have to be the one to do it.

She tried to calm down, to swallow her concern, to push herself into action. She dealt with cases worse than this on an almost daily basis, but this crisis happened to be a bit more personal. It involved the man that Alexys had given her heart to, and who had pledged his own to her in return. Her love and her light and her knight; the scuffle that had wounded this angel of justice must have been over her. He’d told her that rebel angels would come for her, would try to capture her or hurt her. And he’d also sworn to never let such harm come to her, no matter the cost…this was just one of those instances.

Alexys had hoped something like this would never come to pass, but now that it was here, she just had to deal with it. Finally regaining some form of control over her legs, she swiftly made her way to his side and coaxed him to lean against her. He was still a little woozy from the conflict, enough that he didn’t realize what was happening or where he was until she’d gotten him situated in the bathroom. His blood could drain into the tub, and she had all the water she needed at her disposal, both to wrap and clean his wounds.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this,” Simon spoke up when Alexys returned with a box full of emergency first aid equipment. “I thought I’d have everything under control before you got home. You must have changed your schedule without telling me.”

“I’m pretty sure I texted you when I was on my way home,” she rebuffed, coming to his side. “You were probably too busy fighting to get my message.”

“Ah, of course,” he agreed, flinching a bit as he flexed one of his wings involuntarily. “This will clear up in no time, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Don’t need to worry?” the girl replied incredulously. “All it takes is one look at you to figure out you’re hurting pretty bad. I’m not going to just stand around and watch you suffer when I know I can do something about it. I can’t believe you did something so reckless either, that you let things get so out of hand…or rather, that you let yourself get banged up like this. Why didn’t you bail when things started to go South?”

“You know I couldn’t do that,” Simon replied, watching as Alexys reached out for his closest wing. She took hold of the fringe of his feathers as gently as possible, getting a little distracted by their texture and color. His wings were as magnificent as him, a perfect complement to the red hair that occupied his head and face. They were a little warmer than she expected, again probably because of the whole angel thing, and she was surprised to find that the blood he shed looked the same as any other human’s. “I couldn’t back down and risk them coming after you. Or getting to you. I told you I’d protect you no matter what, and I meant it.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do it at your own expense,” she muttered, dabbing his injuries with some water and mild disinfectant, although she realized after the fact an angel probably didn’t need to worry about festering infections. “I care about you as much as I care about staying safe. More than that, actually. This can’t become a habit, I’ll lose my mind worrying about you.”

He reached over and placed his hand on top of her head, and she looked up to find an affectionate smile on his face. “I’m lucky to have someone like you looking after me. Extra lucky that you have the skills and fortitude to deal with a situation like this without overreacting. I’m sorry I made you worry, and I promise I’ll do my best to be more careful in the future. But you have to remember that my priority is you, and nothing will ever change that.”

She pursed her lips but didn’t argue, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with him. He stretched one of his wings after she got it cleaned up and bandaged, and she found herself absently caressing its edge as she momentarily pushed her concern to the side to admire them. He noticed the appreciation on her face and blushed a little, moving it again until it lightly brushed her face.

“You know, you’re the only human that’s ever seen them up close,” he explained, and she looked at him in surprise. “You’re also the first and only person to ever touch them. I have to say, when you’re the one doing it, it feels really nice.”

An undeniable blush also rose in Alexys’s cheeks, and she went back to patching him up, being as thorough and delicate as possible. The first and only human to ever see them up close, as well as touch them…she supposed she didn’t mind holding that title. His wings and powers were a large part of what made him who he was, while her specialty resided in the fact that she was the only person he trusted with his heart.

#self insert #selfinsert #self ship #selfship #oc x canon #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction #my writing #claire writes #one shot #bad-blue-moon-rising #commission

1 note · View note

taeyangdyb · 6 years

Text

The Law par II

◇Jay’s views ◇

Jay: you really shouldn’t have done that. That was my favorite car, and more importantly, I really like this girl.

I honestly lost it seeing Lily bleeding on the floor I couldn’t help but feel like smashing his head on the floor, and for a split second, I lost it.

*Seconds later *

Lily: What are you doing? You’re already under investigation, if they caught you beating up someone, you’re gonna end up in jail. The police are going to be here any minutes

Jay: what about you?

Lily: I’m fine.

Jay: you’re bleeding

Lily: just leave don’t worry about me, I’m a cop I can take care of myself.

Jay: I’m not going to leave you bleeding again

Lily: why do you care if I bleed or not?

That’s something you’ll have to find out later.

Lily: how are you going to leave? Your car is trashed.

*sirens getting closer*

[[ MORE]]

Lily:*shivers* you really stubborn you know that.

Jay: that’s one thing we have in common, *puts his Jacket on her* besides this car is under my name, even if I run they’d still go look I for me.

Lily: if you stay here you go to jail, no difference

Jay: yes there is

Lily: what’s that?

Jay: you can bail me out *clicks his tongue*

Lily: what about the blood on your hand?

Jay: reflex…

Lily:…

When the cops finally showed up, Lily talked to them, even though things look good on my part, she on the other hand’s getting yelled at.

*20minutes later*

Jay: how’d it go?

Lily: well you’re free to go

Jay: what about you?

Lily: don’t worry about me, your cab is here.

Jay: aren’t you going to the hospital?

Lily: I’ll be fine

Jay: I’ll see you later?

Lily: Bye

Lily’s views

Getting home all I want to do is take a shower and go to sleep. Made my way straight to the bathroom and turn on the water. Every part of my body stings under the hot water.

After getting out of the shower, something feels off, like someone else is in the house. I don’t have any weapon, the only thing I can grab is an alcohol bottle and to my surprise, it’s that idiot.

Lily: what the hell are you doing here? Do you break into houses to?

Jay: Okay, first of all, put that bottle down, second, you left your bag in my car since it has meds and your ID I figured I should bring it to you.

Lily: you could’ve taken it to the station

Jay: not my favorite place.

Lily: thank you for my bag. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go patch myself.

It’s much harder than I expected, I can’t see my back, so it’s much harder.

Jay: need help?

Lily: *sigh* just the ones on my back I can figure the rest out.

Jay: Okay.

Like that he patched up everything.

Jay: you should take better care of yourself.

Lily: I’m not the problem, my blood seems to be spilling out whenever you’re around.

Jay: sorry about that

Lily: you should be

Jay:*smh* are you that mean to everyone? is it the fact that you’re a cop? Or just naturally mean?

Lily: I’m naturally mean.

Jay: well that explains a lot

I am so done with today it’s already 12 AM with all the commotion that was going on. as much want to kick him away, his hands are bruised and need a band-aid on his forehead.

Lily: thank you

Feeling sorry for him, I went in my drawer and get him a pair of matching of sweatpants

Lily: *hands him the clothes* here, you should freshen up and I will patch up your hands.

Jay: I don’t need to-

Lily: towels are in this closet *closes the door*

My body is killing I can’t even make anything to eat, I guess cereal it is…again.

Fifteen minutes later he got out of the bathroom.

*Jay’s views*

I have so many things to ask her, but no way she’ll answer me.

Lily: sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit.

*minutes later*

Lily: this will prevent it from leaving a scar

Jay: ow

Lily: It doesn’t hurt

Jay: is your boyfriend gonna be okay with me wearing his clothes?

Lily: let me see your hands?

Jay: *hold out is hands* no boyfriend?

Lily: you didn’t have to hit him hard, I don’t think this guy is going to be able to talk or eat properly for a while.

Jay: I don’t like people touching things that are mine.

Lily: I see

Jay: Look I know you might not want to talk about the case but-

Lily: you’re right I don’t *close the kit*

Jay: Okay, well how about we get to know each other, you know like friends.

Lily: you’re a thief I’m a cop, that’s all there is to know

Jay: how about we put out “professions” on the side, tell me about you.

Lily: I can’t talk on an empty stomach.

Jay: want me to make you something?

Lily: Can you even cook? And besides, it’s too late to eat anyway

Jay: it’s never too late to eat, just wait here.

I’m not the greatest cook, but I can make a good…..something. While making the food I overheard her on the phone. With it being almost 1 am it’s got to be.

After 45minutes I ended up with shrimp pasta.

Jay: dinner is served

Lily: dinner?

Jay: in this case early breakfast?

Lily: since we’re at it movie?

Jay: like a date?

Lily: keep flattering yourself

Jay: *lol* Hey I had to try

Judging by her queue, all she watches is solving crimes shows. There are so many things I want to ask, but I have too much going on. Maybe after the case is solved. I wonder if I can get a hint out of her?

She ate all her food and then fell asleep

*next morning*

Waking up I found a pillow and a blanket over me. So she has a heart after all.

Lily: good morning

Jay: morning, you’re already dressed?

Lily: uh.yes, I have somewhere I have to go.

Jay: so early?

Lily: yes, it’s urgent

Jay: Oh, I see.

Lily: should I call a cab for you?

Jay: No, I can just get someone to pick me up

Lily: okay

*later*

Gray: you spent the night with her and you didn’t get anything out of her? Not a hint

Jay: the girl is already wounded

Gray: look it’s obvious that you have feelings for her we get it, but can we at least get to the bottom of this first?

Jay: I’m going to take a shower good shower cancel everything for the day.

Gray: about that, we got an invite to Dok2 dinner slash party slash peace offering tonight.

Jay: you think I’m going?

Gray: Yes, to find out if he had something to do with us being set up and the shootings.

Jay: we’ll see how I feel when I wake up.

After taking a nap, I’ve decided that I’m going to go. I got ready.

Getting there the vibe is just off

Simon: you know maybe you were right, it was a bad idea to come here.

Jay: really?

With everything that’s going on, we can’t afford to get in any further trouble.

Gray: there he comes

Dok2: hey I didn’t think you’d show up

Jay: well I had nothing better to do

Dok2: how’s your investigation going?

Jay: I don’t know, what about you?

Dok2: just here..enjoying life’s opportunities.

I wanna punch him so bad.

Dok2: if you guys don’t mind excuse me for a second, my VIP guess is here.

Lily?? What’s she doing here?

Gray: Isn’t this..?

Simon: what is she doing here?

Dok2: *walks back* guys meet my date for tonight Emy

Lily: hi

Even she herself shocks to see me here.

Dok2: I didn’t think you’d show up?

Lily: you didn’t really give me the option to say no

Dok2: well I can be very persistent when it comes to things I want.

Lily: *blushes*

Dok2: wait here I’ll go get you a drink

Lily: okay

Dok2: *walks away*

Lily: what the hell are you doing here?

Jay: I should be asking you that

Lily: I was invited

Jay: so was I

Lily: look you have to get out of here

Jay: because-

Dok2: I’m back

Lily: *take the drink from him*

Dok2: hey if you need anything just ask me, and I’ll make it happen

Lily: anything?

Dok2: yes

Lily: Well how about a tour of this place?

Dok2: my house?

Lily: Is that a problem?

Dok2: no, you might just end up in a room and not come out

Lily: that wouldn’t be a bad thing……. would it?

Dok2: *smile*

She’s flirting with him and I’m standing right here. Why would she care about how I feel anyways?

Simon: you alright man?

Jay: I’m good, look I’m gonna head out.

Gray: too hard to bare?

Jay: I have better things to do.

Making my way out of the place I see the two of them talking.

Dok2: leaving already?

Jay: Yeah, I have a meeting in the morning.

Dok2: you’re not the type of person to go to bed that early.

Jay:*smh* Nah I’ve had enough drinks good night man, it was nice meeting you *reach his hands *

Lily: *shakes his hand and nodded *

Took me almost 3 hours to get home. Why am I thinking about her? I’m supposed to be worrying about who and why sets me up.

*hours later*

Can’t sleep, standing on the balcony a car pulled in my driveway. It’s like 2 am who would come to my house uninvited? I’m not expecting any females.

Going down to see it is. Certainly not who I was expecting.

Lily

Jay: Lily?? What are you doing here?

Beats me, I was supposed to drive home, somehow I ended up here.

Lily: I think I got lost coming from K’s house, but I’m sure I can find my way back from here. Drinking at this time?

Jay: can’t sleep

Lily: Well, I should probably head out.*going back in her car*

Jay: Hey- uh you wanna stay and have a drink with me?

Lily: no thanks

Jay: Hey, I’m not going to hurt you, it’s just a drink.

At this point, I feel awfully sorry for him because he just went to a party to celebrate him being set up without even knowing it. Pretty much the punch line of a joke. Even though I don’t know how I feel about him, right now I’m only feeling sorry for him

Lily: just one drink?

Jay: just one

*inside*

Jay: Are you feeling better?

Lily: I’m used to getting my ass beat

Jay: how come?

Lily: both my parents were are in the force, my mom left to be a doctor you’d think it’d be easy for me, nope I went to boot camp

Jay: Can I ask you a question?

Lily: what?

Jay: why were you at the party? Were you undercover?

Lily: both

Jay:??

Lily: I want to keep an eye on my partner who was actually undercover

Jay: so you went on a lookout for him?

Lily: yup

Jay: But you’re wounded, shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Lily: better me than him

Jay: why’s that?

Lily: long story

Jay: care to share?

Lily: not really

Jay: oh

Lily: you know I was expecting your house to be a bit more…occupied

Jay: With?

Lily: girls, parties, who knows what else?

Jay: I don’t like to bring things like that at my house.

Lily: what don’t you have female companies?

Jay: that’s why you have hotels, and besides I have another house, my club isn’t as small as you think.

Lily: why not here?

Jay: not bringing randoms females on my bed. Wait, Is that what you think?

Lily:*sips*

Jay: what gives you that impression?

Lily: never mind *sigh* I should be going

Jay: already?

Lily: yea

Jay: can’t you stay a bit longer?

Lily: this dress isn’t helping the wounds on my body

Jay: I can give you something to wear, and you can stay over, besides it’s not like you have work, you’re suspended.

Lily: All thanks to you

I can’t help but feel sorry for him.

Lily: what about you not bringing randoms females to your house?

Jay: that doesn’t apply to someone who’s all bruised up putting her life in danger for me multiple times. So yes? *hold out his hand*

Lily:*stares at him for a few seconds before taking his hand*

*minutes in his room*

Taking the dress off feels so much better.

Jay: should we check to see if you need new band-aids?

Lily: you don’t have to do that, I’ll do that when I get home.

Jay: why’d you wear that tight dress anyways?

Lily: beauty is pain

Jay: I don’t get you females

Lily: and you never will

*Jay’s views*

For once we had a conversation where she didn’t treat me like a criminal or a thief.

Lily: what are you putting on my back?

Jay: a cream so it wouldn’t leave scars

Lily: Ow it stings

Jay:*blows on her back* better?

Lily: mhm

Jay: how come you can handle being slammed into the wall, but you can’t take a sting?

Lily: it hurt

I guess she’s still a girl after all

Lily: so tell me something

Jay: what?

Lily: that girl Anna, how long have you guys been friends?

Jay: about 10 years

Lily: really?

Jay: Yeah. Look I know you’re not supposed to, but seriously I feel like I’m going crazy I just want to know who set me up? Why?

Lily: so your question is?

Jay: do you guys have any ideas on who did it?

Lily: we do have a suspect and the person was in the same room with you earlier.

Jay: you kidding? Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?

Lily: let’s say I were to close an eye, you were outnumbered, just you and two friends? You think you’d survive?

So her heart isn’t as cold as it seems. But she was right, knowing who it is wouldn’t be good, especially since it’s someone from my crew.

Jay: so what am I supposed to do?

Lily: you’re asking me?

Jay: because if I take matters into my own hands

Lily: *stands up and crosses her arm* What? Uh, what are you going to do? Shoot everyone?

Jay:…

Lily: *sigh* look, just let the cop handle it okay. Obviously whoever take the money either put it in the bank under a different name or somewhere else.

Jay: you said that I got set up by someone from my crew, is it a man or a woman?

Lily: I can’t tell you that. Look I don’t want to talk about the case I’m off of it, it’s not my problem anymore.

Jay: Look I know that you probably can’t stand me, but I need your help on this.

Lily: help you with what? You need to go investigate whoever you’ve had issues with.

Jay: the only person I’ve had issues with on and off over the years is Dok2. He is certainly not going to just say “ oh yeah, I robbed the bank, and I’m setting you up to take the fall”

Lily: Well what do you want me to do?

Jay: Well you seem to be-

Lily: don’t even go there, I’m a DETECTIVE I’m not getting involved in this. That’s you and your crews’ job, which I’m highly Not recommended.

Jay: but-

Lily: you know what, maybe I should just go home.

Jay: okay I’m sorry. I just have so much going on, I’m going nuts. You can sleep here Imma go somewhere else

Lily: isn’t this your room?

Jay: don’t matter *slams the door*

*later in the morning*

I went up to apologize to Lily, but then, the bedroom is empty. Later I’m going to send a message to have a crew meeting tomorrow that includes everyone.

I’m here not knowing what to think I spent the whole day at home doing nothing. I’m going to that one place where I know I can have a little peace of mind.

*club*

My club is repairing, just gonna go local for now.

It doesn’t matter what day it is, it’s always packed. Sitting here not even knowing what to do, or think about besides drinking.

Dok2: ease up on the drinks

Jay: what do you want?

Dok2: just checking up on an old friend

Jay: checking? Old friend? D if I find out that you have anything to do with this I swear I will kill you.

Dok2: *laughs* kill me?

Jay: What are you doing here anyway?

Dok2: the same thing you’re here to do, except not alone

“Hey”

Please tell me it’s not who I think it is?

Dok2: Emy

Lily: sorry I’m late

Dok2: it’s alright. You remember Jay right?

Lily:*looks at him and nod* seems like all the bar stools are taken.

Dok2: Nah I got the VIP section reserved

Lily: shall we?

Dok2: sure

Lily: after you

Dok2: *takes her hands*

Well coming here was also a bad idea. Why does she hate me anyways? It’s not like I did anything to her. She seemed to hate me since we were at the resort.

*Lily’s Views

Dok2: you okay?

Lily: uh?

Dok2: you seem a bit distracted

Lily: sorry I just have a lot going on up here

Dok2: anything I can do?

Lily: Can you go back in time? Or erase memories?

Dok2: I dropped out of magic school freshmen year.

Lily: *bust out laughing*

Dok2: see I got you smiling

Lily: That was a good one, so tell me, what’s your deal? How come you’re not with anyone?

Dok2: I’m with you aren’t I?

Lily: you know what I mean.

Dok2: I don’t really have a love life, because of my work, I can’t have one either.

Lily: why’s that?

Dok2: it’s impossible

Lily: nothing’s impossible, what do you do for a living?

Dok2: I’d have to kill you after telling you

Lily: I see

Dok2 left to go talk to someone, not wanting to stay in the seat alone, I walked out the second floor looking down, I couldn’t help but feel horrible looking at Jay sitting down there, just drinking the night away.

I guess he felt someone’s looking at him, our eyes locked together I literally could not move an inch. For a minute the club gets silence and it’s just us.

Finally, he comes back saying he has to go.

Dok2: I’m really sorry about that, but something came up.

Lily: that’s okay

Dok2: it’s pouring outside, you want me to have someone drop you off?

Lily: No, I’ll be fine

Dok2: text me when you get home

Lily: I will.

Driving home I couldn’t help but to think about him, can he drive home? Why am I worried about him? I don’t care.

*at home*

I love when there are storms like these with lightning and thunder. After a nice shower and a glass of wine is the best way to go. I’ve never had such a good time being suspended.

I took a bath, pink baby doll nightgown. It feels unsettling because as much as this guy was drinking I wonder if he gets home okay. But why do I care? Why am I thinking about him?

That’s not going to work. Getting off of the bed, I thought a robe on, grab my keys, running to the elevator, pushing the button none stop.

As the elevator door open, there he is soaking wet, and here I am standing wearing a night gown barefoot. Standing there not knowing if I should approach him.

I’m not good at the whole showing emotion thing anymore, I don’t know how to comfort him.

Jay: hey

Lily: ..hi

Nothing I could do but turn my heels walk back to my place.. not being able to tell him to follow me, I hope he does.

◇Jay’s views ◇

How do I get here? Why am I here? I have no clue, I was supposed to drive home. I’m ready here, I’m not just going to leave like that. Following her place.

The door is still open, as I was walking in, she was already waiting with a towel in her hand. Not sure if she’s scared of me, well I know for a fact that she’s not scared of me. She almost seems shaky.

Jay: *stands in front of her * were you going to look for me?

Lily:*starts to dry his hair*

Jay: you knew I was going to follow you in?

Lily: no…but I was hoping you would. I’ll go get you-

Jay:*hold her hands* Emily… I’m …

Lily: you what?

Jay:*let go of her hand* nothing

Lily: I’ll get you something to wear.

I have too many things to do to always end up in her house.

Jay: Are you sure your boyfriend is gonna be okay with me wearing his clothes?

Lily: Do you want to stay with the wet clothes on?

*30 Minutes later*

Getting out she’s sitting on the couch on the computer with files next to her.

Jay: working?

Lily: I’m trying to get this stupid case over with so I can go back to my vacation.

Jay: aren’t you suspended?

Lily: My partner isn’t *closes the laptop*

Jay: *sits next to her* Can I ask you a question?

Lily: what?

Jay: Tell me something about yourself?

Lily: what?

Jay: you know, other than you’re a detective, and strongly dislike me.

Lily: There isn’t much to know

Jay: Do you have any friends? what do you do for fun?

Lily: I do have friends, I’m just at a point where I want to be alone and not looking forward to anyone’s company. My job is my number one priority right now.

Jay: what about a personal life? what’s going on between you and D?

Lily: I don’t have a personal life, well not anymore.

Jay: did something happened?

Lily: …

Jay: you guys broke up?

Lily: no

Jay: then what?

Lily: he died, in a shootout during a robbery

now I see why she doesn’t like me.

Jay: I’m sorry

Lily: I’m really sick of this word, the past three years all I’ve heard is I’m sorry, I’m sorry. *chuckles* I’m sorry won’t bring my fiance back.

I’m not really sure what to say.

Lily: That vacation was supposed to be our honeymoon trip *sigh* I’m hungry, you?

Jay: Uhm

Lily: don’t worry I won’t kill you, well not until the case is over. I’ll decide if I should put a bullet in your head or no.

Jay: *smile*

Lily: Tomorrow I have to go somewhere early-

Jay: don’t worry, I’ll be out before you know it.

Lily: okay

After we eat, she went to the room.

*next morning*

I called one of my guys to come get me before she even wakes up.

Getting home Anna’s leaving the house with a suitcase.

Jay: where are you going?

Anna: I’m going to relax for a few days, there’s been so much going on, the shooting at the club and police always coming here I need a break.

Jay: Shouldn’t I be the one taking the break? I mean, I’m the one being questioned all the time.

Anna: speaking of which, who is the female cop?

Jay: A detective on the case, Why?

Anna: can I have her number?

Jay: for What?

Anna: Well Simon told me how she saved your life multiple times and I want to thank her

Jay: you don’t have to do that

Anna: come on what’s the worst that can happen? it’s just being grateful for helping us

I give her the number because I am really not in the mood for all of this. I’m just going to stay home and sleep all day, what more can I do since I have police following me all the times.

Lily’s Views

When I wake up, he had already left the house. I got dress and meet up with Lee.

Lee: sources said that she lives in this building, so we’re just going to wait until she comes out and follow her.

Lily: why not go in and talk to her now?

Lee: because it’s 7 AM, we don’t have a warrant, and you’re suspended.

Lily: you don’t need a warrant to ask questions we’re not going to search her place.

Lee: can you listen to me for a change?

Lily: *sigh* okay let’s wait.

*3hours later*

*Lily’s phone vibrate*

[10:15 ] Jay: Thanks for letting me in last night, your couch is almost as comfortable as my bed *sent a picture of him on his bed*

[10:13] Lily: you didn’t have to send a picture, the thank you is just fine.

[10:14] Jay: why not? *sent a picture raising his brows*

[10:18] Lily: because it’s annoying? Haven’t you ever heard of emojis?

[10:19] Jay: yes, but I think pictures are better *send a winked picture*

[10:22] Lily: don’t you have anything better to do? Don’t you have to go out with your minions or something?

[10:23] Jay: I don’t have minions, I have people that work for me, and besides I have too much going on, so everyone at home with their families, girlfriends, side chicks and stuff.

[10:25] Lily: you almost sound like a human

[10:27] is that a compliment? *send a smiling picture*

[10:30] Lily: no

[10:31] *send a pouting picture* speaking of minions, do you want to go see a movie with me?

[10:33] Lily: no

[10:34] Jay: why not?

[10:35] Lily: I don’t want to

This idiot annoys me for the next hour.

Lee: who are you texting?

Lily: no one important.

Lee: no one important been texting you for an hour

Lily: isn’t that her? Walking in with a suitcase?

Lee: so she was not home?

Lily: you know if we had gone up and knocked on her door, we probably would’ve known that she wasn’t there

Lee: shut up

Lily: I’m just saying, now can we go talk to her?

Making our way to her I got a phone call from the police saying they need me home right away.

Getting there my apartment was destroyed, from pictures, couch, my clothes, it’s like there was a tornado in there. On the wall was was Jay’s trademark the same one that was at the crime scenes, and a note saying I should stop working on the case.

Nothing survived, they destroyed everything. I’m so shocked I can’t even get one word out. Like who would do something like that?

After being questioned they take me to the station, Getting Jay was already interrogated, you can tell that he got dragged out of his house since all he has on is his sweatpants.

I walked in in my dad’s office he looks beyond pissed off. He looks at me before I can say anything is me tumbling down. I got slapped so hard I have a feeling that my ear will be ringing so hard all day.

To be honest, I don’t really know what happened the rest of the day after I got sent home, all I did was sit in the apartment or what used to be.

Looking around all my stuff are gone, no clothes, no pictures, nothing survived, besides a few stuff. I found Jay’s sweatshirt under a pile of junk.

I wonder what they’re doing to him over there? Is he out yet? I know the cell room is pretty cold, did they at least give him a shirt? With that being said I took the sweater and head to the station.

Thankfully my dad already left.

Lee: Hey what are you doing here?

Lily: where is he?

Lee: who? Jay?

Lily: yeah

Lee: they’re about to interrogate him in a bit, they’re reviewing the video footage.

Lily: Okay, I’m gonna go see him for a bit.

Lee: Em-

Lily: just for a few minutes to give him this.

◇Jay’s views◇

Gray: What the hell happened?

Jay: I told you I was at home and the police dragged me out. I don’t even know why I’m here.

Talking to the guys I notice Emily walking I swear she looks like crap, but I’m sure she can tell me why I’m here.

Jay: Hey, Emily

Lily:*stares at him silently*

Jay: what’s going on?

Lily: Here *hands him the hoody he once lends her* I figure you’d be cold in here.

Jay: why exactly am I in here?

Lily:*turns around and walk away*

Jay: EMILY!

A few seconds later her partner came and take to the interrogation room.

“Where were you this morning?”

Jay: before or after you guys dragged me out of my house?

“Just answer the question”

Jay: I was at home sleeping.

These people are questioning me as if I’m supposed to know is going on.

*Meanwhile outside the glass*

Lee: you think he did it?

Lily: no

Lee: No? What you mean no?

Lily: I think it’s a setup, well another one

Lee: why you say that?

Lily: he has nothing to do with either the robbery and that.

Lee: do you know something?

Lily: that time when I got called back for the case he and I were at the same Hotel. The day of the robbery he followed me to a tour in the jungle, and wherever that was there not really any signal for cell phones even if there were it would cut off anyways. You can check my drives for pictures.

Lee: what makes you think he didn’t order is people to do it, and use the vacation as an excuse for him to not be a suspect.

Jay: Would you leave something big like that with just your crews? They need a mastermind. The people he mostly close to Gray, Simon, Loco and a few more we’re all with him over there.

Lee: when exactly were you going to mention all of this?

Lily: it doesn’t matter?

Lee: IT DOES MATTER EMILY. *sigh* what about today, do you also know anything about it?

Lily:*hands him her phone on the text messages with Jay*

Lee:*going over the messages and the time stamps* If they break into your house while we were out this morning, and he was texting and sending you pictures for two hours with him being in his room that means he also has nothing to do with what happened either?

Lily: You’re a detective just as I am, figure it out

*back in the room*

*20minutes*

Lily’s came and talk to the officer for a few minutes outside and then he walks back in apologize and tell me I’m free to go.

That’s it? I spent the whole day in a cell and no one still won’t tell me what happened?

Gray: you out?

Jay: yea

Gray: what happened?

Jay: that’s what I’m going to figure out.

Gray: home?

Jay: no, take me to Emily’s.

I need at least one person to tell me what is going on.

I want to get to her house as fast as possible, but this rain is ruining the traffic.

Finally getting, we missed her just as the elevator door closes.

*a few minutes later *

Getting in front of her apartment there’s police yellow tape with the door cracked open.

Jay: *shocks as he enters*

Gray: oh shit

Jay: *finds her sitting on the balcony in the rain zones out* what are you doing in the rain, you’re going to get sick. *pulls her back inside*

I honestly thought it was just the front room, head to her room for a towel, it’s even worst. Everything’s destroyed.

What pisses me off the most is seeing our sign on the wall. Jay: Who did this?

Lily:…

Jay: This is seriously getting out of hand.

Gray: You still going to wait for the police to handle it?

Jay: I’ve given them enough time to do that.

Gray: What about her?

Jay: I’m not going to leave her here, It’s my fault she’s in this mess in the first place.

Lily: *finally walking inside* Don’t worry about me I’m not your concern

Jay: Emily-

Lily: I’m a cop, that’s part of my job. I signed up for this

Jay: Is destroying evidence part of your job too?

Lily: what?

Jay: The cameras at the club, I know what you did

Lily: Can you just leave? please leave me alone

Jay: So you’re just going to stay here like this?

Lily: Not your concern

I ended up leaving, I know it sounds horrible leaving her like this, but I need to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible

I called a meeting as soon as I get home

Simon: What’s going on?

Jay: I got dragged to the police station today

Simon: What?

Loco: What for?

Jay: Emily’s place got torn today

Simon: Emily?

Jay: The detective

Loco: torn how?

Gray: Like everything in the house is gone, clothes, everything is gone.

Chacha: So what does that have to do with you? or with us?

Jay: Well just like at the banks, they leave our mark behind.

Simon: What?

Jay: I’m not sure what pisses me off the most is if they think that we would go as low as destroying an apartment like that.

Chacha: You think D has something to do with this?

Jay: I don’t know, I guess we’re going to find out.

Loco: You’re going to find him?

Jay: Well he’s not coming to me. *walks upstairs to change*

*One hour later*

Dok2: To what do I owe this visit?

Jay: You know why I’m here

Dok2: *chuckles and takes a sip* If you think I have anything to do with that, you are just as stupid as the person that did it.

Jay:*sigh*

Dok2: Tell me something

Jay: What?

Dok2: Are you upset because your mark was left at the scene? or because of whose house it was?

Jay: What are you talking about?

Dok2: nothing

Jay: I really don’t have time for this *walking away*

Dok2: Did you know she was a cop?

Jay:*stops and then walks out of the house*

*Lily’s views*

Sitting on a pile of what used to be a mattress, I zoned out I don’t actually know what time it is. At least the rain stop.

“Emily”

Lily: Mom?

Mom: *makes her way through the mess and hugs her*

Lily: Mom *bust out crying*

Mom: *hugs her tight* at least you were not in the house.

I guess I’m going to be at my parent’s house for the time being. Getting there My dad is watching the news.

Dad: Your partner ask me to give you this

Lily: Thanks *takes her phone from him, and walk up to her old room*

I am not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. After taking a shower I find some tea and a sandwich on my nightstand, after drinking the tea, I got my blanket and sleep.

*Next day*

I guess I slept through both breakfast and lunch. I checked my phone so many missed calls and text messages form Jaebum. My parents should be on their way back, I want to eat something before they come find me down here.

Made me a sandwich and head up to my room.

*45 minutes later*

*knock on the door*

Lily: Go away

“ I can’t”

Lily: please go

“Come on unlock the door’

Lily: *gets up and open the door, greets with a tight hug*

“I miss you so much”

Lily: Emma get off of me

Em: I haven’t seen you in 6 months

Lily: That is my fault how?

Em: I swear you are the grumpiest little sister ever

Lily:*hugs her back*

Em: how are you?

Lily: I’ve had better

Em: Wanna talk about it?

Lily: How are you?

Em: I’m good, Just enjoying life

Lily: At least one of us is

Em: Look I know that you like to keep everything to yourself, which I don’t really blame you, being a police and all, but if you need me just know that I’m here.

Lily: I know, I’ll keep that in mind.

Em: That’s your way of telling me to get out?

Lily: Yup

*Next couple of weeks*

I spent the past couple of weeks inside, no phone, all I did is workout and sleep.

Lily: You’ve been oddly busy

Em: I have a job

Lily: I know you work a 9-5 job, that’s only two days a week. The rest of the time you work at home. The same car been picking you up every night for the past six days every time dad’s light goes out and not back until 30 minutes before he wakes up.

Em: you need to go back to work

Lily: Who is he?

Em: He’s an engineer I met at the bar

Lily: That’s unlike you

Em: I know, but hey we’re going to dinner tonight you should come along

Lily: Thanks but no thanks

Em: come on, you’ve been stuck in this house for almost a month, you need some sunlight

Lily: You’re going out to dinner, it’s going to be at night

Em: Well you need fresh air

Lily: Again no thank you

Em: Why are you so stubborn *phone rings* Hello

“Hey, did I wake you?”

Em: No, I was just finishing a few things for work, what’s up?

“I wanted to talk to you about tonight”

Em: okay

“ I know I said that it was going to be just the two of us-”

Em: Actually I kind of wanted to talk to you about that, I was going to call you

“okay”

Em: Is it okay if I bring my little sister with me?

“Of course, and a few of my friends want to meet you as well, so I think that’s perfect”

Em: Okay, then I’ll see you in a bit. *hangs up*

Lily: I never said that I was going

Em: I know. Go start getting ready, your hair is long and greasy so make sure you wash your hair, it’s going to take you a minute to get ready.

Lily: Uh?

Em: Why are you still standing here?

*3hours later*

Lily: *wearing a black sheer top and black bra, with a bodycon leather skirt, red lipstick, and a thick black winged liner*

Em: Wow, I’d be jealous if you weren’t my sister.

Lily:*sigh* Do I really have to go?

Em: Yes

*Jay’s Views*

It’s been almost a month since I saw Emily. I call her phone, send her messages she never respond.

Simon: How do I look?

Jay: Like an idiot

Simon: Very supportive of you

Jay: You’re welcome *pouring more alcohol in his glass*

Simon: Can you stop with the drinks already?

*a few minutes later*

Loco: Wow you look uh

Gray: Very stupid

Jay: See, I told you

Chacha: You guys are talking about how he looks, I just wanna see what that mysterious girls look like.

Simon: She sent me a text, saying she’ll be here in a few minutes. Please be on your best behavior I really like this girl, and she said that she would bring her little sister I want to make a good impression.

Gray: Don’t worry We’ll put in a good word for you.

“She’s here”

Simon: Okay, send them up

Jay: Can you act natural? you look too stiff

Simon: How can I relax, when you’re already drunk? and I have no faith in the rest of you.

Loco: Wow

Gray: After everything we’ve been through?

Chacha: That’s how you feel?

Jay: Can you Just chill, we won’t tell her how many women you’ve-

Simon: Hi

Oh Shit

Em: Hey, This is my little sister Emily

Gray: *mumbles* oh shit

Simon: Hey… Emily nice to meet you

Lily: *raise her brow* Nice to meet you too, Simon

Simon: These are my friends, Gray, Loco, Chacha, and that’s Jay

Lily: Hi guys

Em: Oh I forget the wine in the car, I’ll go get it

Lily: I’ll go with you

Em: Okay, We’ll be back

Simon: okay

*both walk out*

Loco: And you were worried about us?

Simon: Just shut up, you good man?

Jay: I’m fine

Gray: Think she’ll say anything?

*moments later*

Em: Hey, sorry we take a while.

Simon: It’s okay, You look very beautiful tonight

Em: Thank you, You don’t look too bad yourself.

Simon: *smile* come on have a seat

Em: Okay

Lily: *sits across from Jay and crosses her legs*

Em: *Notices everyone looking at her a gun strap under he short skirt* I’m sorry about that guys, she’s a detective, just a bad working habit

Simon: Oh, okay then

Lily: So it’s Simon right?

Simon: yeah

Lily: how long have you guys known each other?

Simon: We all kind of grow up together

Lily: What kind of work do you do? Emma said that you are an engineer?

Simon: Well I-

Em: Emily you’re not at work stop questioning him, I’m sorry about that.

Simon: It’s okay I understand

The entire night I barely say a word all I can think about is how much I’ve missed this girl. She kept her cool, and never said anything about what she knows. Right now sitting around the pool talking. Well Emily, Simon, and Emma are together

Lily: Excuse me

Em: Hey you okay?

Lily: Yeah, I just think you guys need some time alone, to make out or something so I’ll just excuse myself, and no offense you guys are kind of boring. *walks away*

Em: I’m really sorry about that. My sister is going through a lot right now, she’s not really herself

Simon: That’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I understand

*meanwhile*

Lily: You should ease up on the drinks *sit next to him*

Jay: It’s my last one

Lily: Obviously you finish the whole bottle

Jay:*stares at her*

Lily: What?

Jay: You know you could’ve at least read one of the hundred messages that I sent you, you know just to make sure that you are okay.

Lily: What have you been up to?

Jay: There isn’t much I can do, I can’t fly out of the country, I want to get away from all of this as soon as possible but all I can do is stay home half of the time, I want this shit to be over with already. How are you holding up?

Lily: healing

Jay: Have you had a chance to go to your apartment?

Lily: This is the first time I get out of my house

Jay: No wonder you look so pale

Lily: Thanks…Jerk

Jay: *Chuckles*

Lily: Funny

Jay: I’m sorry

Lily: It’s whatever. I still have a couple months on my lease so I guess I’ll go over tomorrow to see if there’s anything left, which I highly doubt since the doors and windows were broken, people probably swap whatever they can.

Jay: Maybe not

Lily: Mhm? how do you know?

Jay: Just a feeling

Lily: *exhales and look up at the sky* I wish I could live somewhere with the sky view, very peaceful with little to no one knowing where I live.

Jay: really?

Lily: yeah, with every room a different color. Actually no, I want white, everything white

Jay: wouldn’t it be too bright?

Lily: True but after a long day of chasing bad guys, getting my ass beat, and who knows maybe get shot, I’ll have my own little paradise on earth.

I’m sitting here listening to her talking, it feels like it’s the first time she’s actually talking to me like a normal person, and not just a cop and a thief.

Jay: What if it rains?

Lily: ooh that’d be even cooler to watch rain falls, lightning, and thunder *giggles*

Jay: you know that actually don’t sound like a bad idea

Lily: I know right- hey if you steal my idea-

Jay: What you gonna shoot me? you know everything that’s going on, it probably wouldn’t hurt that bad, if I get shot by you.

Lily: what is wrong with you?

Jay: I don’t know, I tend to say lose my sense whenever you’re around.

Lily: I’m pretty sure you have that feeling whenever any female is around

Jay: how do you know?

Lily: Well, I know your kind

Jay: My Kind?

Lily: yes, your kind. The rich pretty boy slash gangster, well tatted in great shape that all the girls swoon over. Wherever he goes, he has all the ladies attention even the ones who are with their partners, which you’re totally happy about because you love having a bunch of them on your bed.

Jay: Okay, here’s a few things-

Em: Hey, did I interrupt anything?

Lily: uhm not really you ready to go?

Em: yes

Lily: okay *get’s up*

Em: You’re driving

Lily: I thought you didn’t want me to drive?

Em: Yes, but we have to get home before your dad start interrogating me

Lily: and you think, he’d let me get away?

Em: Lily you know how to lie, you’re a cop. Which brings it back to the reason you’re driving cause if we get a ticket I can’t lie.

Lily: you sure you’re older than me?

Em: By three years

Lily: Well then hand me the keys

Em: Well it was nice meeting you guys, come on Lily

Lily: um I need to use the bathroom you can go wait for me in the car

Em: Okay, don’t stay long *walks out to the car*

*after*

Simon: Listen-

Lily: No you listen, you see the only reason I’m not going to say anything to my sister is that I want you to tell her yourself. Now if anything happens to my sister I know where you live *takes her gun out*

Gray: hey what are you doing?

Lily:*unload two bullets out of it and hand him one* If anything happens to my sister, I’ll bring this one back to you, and this time I’ll unload it in your head.

Is it wrong that I am so turned on right now?

Lily: *looks at Jay* You doing anything tomorrow?

Jay: not really, why?

Lily: *smile* Have a good night guys

Jay: wait.

Lily: *walks out to the car*

Why did she even asked me that?

*follows her out*

#the law part II #kpop #uhh #khh #jay park #park jaebum #song #aomg scenarios #aomg #follow the movement #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #smut

27 notes · View notes

toongrrl-blog · 4 years

Text

The Mommy Myth: Threats from Within (Part One)

Okay time to see the Moms “gone bad” and other Moms who required a lot of empathy but only got vilified on the media or were given anxiety inducing media.

This was the era of the tabloid show like A Current Affair and America’s Most Wanted, “the crack baby epidemic”, depraved maternal figures, teen moms, smothering mothers, Lifetime movies where shit goes wrong, surrogacy, and the news that no you cannot let your kids go walking to the park by themselves. The era of sensationalism made no care for maternal ambivalence nor for the nuances of individual mother’s lives, only for black and white. Heroes or villains. No grey area.

The “deviant mothers” featured were vilified for being supposedly narcissist and self-indulgent, odd given that I previously covered celebrity moms. But the celeb mom is portrayed as self-indulgent and narcissist on behalf of her kids and everyone who looks at her. Throwing money on diets, spa treatments, workouts, beauty treatments, and clothes were “necessary” as it was so someone had something pretty to look at. But have needs or desires that had nothing to do with your family, you were so bad!

youtube

Scene: Suburban New Jersey, 1985. Dr. Elizabeth and Mr. William Stern wanted a baby but Dr. Elizabeth Stern was in her late thirties and had multiple sclerosis and they went to the New York Infertility Institute and were approved for surrogacy and hooked up with Mary Beth Whitehead, a homemaker and high school dropout with two children and a husband who was a sanitation worker. As she said:

I don’t have an education. I don’t have a skill. The only skill I know I do well is being a mother.

A contract was signed where Mary Beth would be paid $10,000 upon the Sterns receiving the baby, where she’d be impregnated with William Stern’s sperm and the Sterns would pay her medical expenses and a $7,500 finders fee to the Institute. On March 27, 1986 Mary Beth gave birth to a baby she named Sara and she had a change of heart and decided to keep the baby. The Sterns wanted the baby and the judge awarded temporary custody to the Sterns, who named the baby Melissa. When William came to pick up Baby M, the Whiteheads bailed for Florida with the baby, leaving their two older kids with the grandparents there and lived on the run (BTW this is a perfect scenario for a movie, I think Raising Arizona was loosely inspired by this).

Mary Beth’s actions flew in the face of what “surrogate moms were supposed to do”, they were supposed to be like Elizabeth Kane in 1980 and kiss the baby goodbye to a more affluent life (Kane eventually testified on behalf of Mary Beth). Or get pregnant and give the baby away to your infertile sister or be like Glenn Close in The Big Chill where she let her single friend sleep with her husband so she can have a baby of her own. Like Susan J. Douglas and Meredith Michaels, I subscribe to Mo’Nique’s school of thought regarding your friends and your man (maybe the Smug Marrieds should watch this and think twice about flaunting their rings to Bridget Jones):

youtube

People had a lot of shit to say about the Baby M situation, it involved issues like classism and sexism, who deserved the baby? The woman who carried her for nine months but was lower middle class and married to the garbageman or the biochemist who donated the sperm and paid the money? The trial started in the New Jersey Superior Court on January 5, 1987 where Whitehead was hit with several old-fashioned stereotypes about women: they can’t make up their minds and they are hysterical. Gary N. Skoloff, attorney to the Sterns, went Maddy Perez like the Whiteheads were a pot of chili. Skoloff listed 35 reasons why Mary Beth shouldn’t get the kid, amongst them was her mental health and her marriage to the garbageman with a alky problem. Also Mr. Stern recorded a phone conversation with Mary Beth unbeknownst to her. She was frantic: the Sterns had a judge freeze her family’s assets (which included the home, furnishings inside, car, and bank accounts). The media didn’t hear that or report it but they did on the desperate Mary Beth saying “I’m going to do it Bill....I’m going to do it; you’ve pushed me to it...I gave her life. I can take her life away”. The subtext also that being under educated and working class were not factors in making a good parent.

Honestly if your assets were frozen by someone who had the means and connections, wouldn’t you be unhinged? I think that Mary Beth needed to be treated for postpartum psychological issues rather than reviled as “The Crazy Woman” and don’t we make the worst arguments, imagine if you appeared saying and doing dumb shit like Bridget Jones and it was played on TV? Also on the tapes she was recorded as saying “I’ve been breastfeeding her for four months. Don’t you think she’s bonded to me? Bill, I sleep in the same bed with her. She won’t even sleep by herself...she knows my smell, she knows who I am--don’t I count for anything?” The media didn’t show that. More judgments came as her background opened up: her husband is an alcoholic, she and her husband separated for a while and she was on welfare in the past, her son had school issues (imagine how many affluent parents have kids with that problem), daughter Tuesday had frostbite when the furnace broke down (I’m not hating, winter in the East Coast sounds rough), and they went to the slut-shaming route when they got Mary Beth to admit she worked as a “barroom dancer”.

And now it got really nasty: she didn’t play patty cake right (!), took pots and pans away from the baby and gave her a stuffed panda (uh I don’t know what kind of pots and pans they were around but I’m Latina), she dyed her prematurely gray hair brown (oh the horrors!)...a word from Karen Wheeler for now:

All these made her not an ideal mother. Okay am I getting some pissed off women in this post? Unicorn colored haired girls? Bottle blondes? Fake redheads? Anyone covering the grey? Henna heads? Well soon feminists and celebs like Our Queen Meryl Streep, Gloria Steinem, Carly Simon (one of our reigning Ladies of shady breakup songs), Lois Gould, and Betty Friedan all issued a statement of solidarity with Mary Beth Whitehead reading “By these standards, we are all unfit mothers”. Thank Jesus for this action of solidarity because the media was playing one of it’s favorite games: pit women against each other. Dr. Elizabeth and Mary Beth were represented as doctor vs. housewife, barren vs. fertile, educated vs. under educated; so far the media was on Dr. Elizabeth’s and her husband’s side, which was okay for her but while the media cut her slack for being a quiet ride-along who was professional and educated and “of the right class” she got away with things that the media wouldn’t be kind with. While the media covered Mary Beth’s deteriorating mental health, they didn’t cover her testimony which read like a list of things that would normally get moms judged:

She wasn’t going to cut back on her work because “I didn’t realize how much time is required to raise a child.”

She claimed she was the “psychological mother” and therefore the true mom.

Her husband’s testimony said they’d have the kid in full-time day care (probably a nice day care like the academy in Daddy Day Care).

Activities with Baby M were trips to Bloomingdales.

During a cross-examination, Dr. Stern said she wouldn’t want to see the baby if Mary Beth was awarded custody

So what of Mr. Stern? He was basically cosplaying Ted Wheeler.

And he said “Fathers have feeling, too” which made him appear like the victim to the public when he had the means and access to a lawyer who went savage on Mary Beth. On April 1st (haven’t you heard, irony is dead), Judge Harvey Sorkow awarded custody to the Stern family on grounds that they provide better care than Mary Beth could (or afford). Mary Beth Whitehead was denied visitation rights by the judge, enabled the Sterns to adopt Baby M who was officially named Melissa Stern. Later that month it got bittersweet for Mary Beth: she regained brief visitation rights but got divorced and she remarried and had two more children, which the Sterns’ lawyer said was proof of “her personality problems” (wow imagine if the Duggars were tarred with that brush) while she tried to fight for longer visits. The next year saw Sorkow’s ruling thrown out by the appeals court on grounds of condoning baby selling, the adoption invalidated, and Mary Beth’s standing as mother restored. She got visitation rights, years later Mary Beth and older daughter Tuesday went on Dr. Phil where they talked about the case. Tuesday said the case contributed to the divorce and the strain was too much for the late Mr. Whitehead, who died from cancer years before their appearance. Mary Beth said she wouldn’t recommend this and if she had the chance, she’d never do it again, being a surrogate mother. At that time, Melissa was 16 and according to Mary Beth their relationship wasn’t good and she did attend Tuesday’s wedding though but claimed the Sterns made it difficult for the two half-sisters to have a relationship. Then five years later, Melissa was a junior at George Washington University as a sorority member and religion major and found it strange when the case was brought up in her Bioethics class, she hoped to become a minister and a mother and at 18 she allowed the Sterns to fully adopt her, terminating Mary Beth’s rights.

And those fixing their lips to say that the Sterns had more rights because they could afford a “good life” for her? I leave this for you to watch.

youtube

So the media savaged Mary Beth Whitehead, a working-class white mother who gave birth to a healthy and chubby baby, how did the media treat poor, drug-addicted black mothers and their “crack babies”? (TL;DR, it was bad, very bad, you know it’s bad bad really really bad!).

Up next...and for all you moms dealing with the judgements from an unhelpful world, here are words from Lois Foutley

0 notes

moandkatelive · 7 years

Text

Ok so you all knew it was coming. Yes Campwolfe Fandom Nan™ just has to weigh in on the shenanigans and current angst-fest unfolding on Holby City for our Goddess Serena Campbell oh her anguish someone hold me intrepid couple Serena and Bernie. Many things I will say have likely already been said. Some perhaps not. As per usual, I shall pop it under a read more because I am wordy as shit to save y’all’s dash.

Buckle up

Now that I have had some time and distance from yesterday’s episode I feel as though I may be able to talk about it with a) some objectivity and b) without collapsing on the carpet in a heap of tears.

First of all:

Slow-clapping it out plus a raising a glass of the finest single malt to both Catherine Russell and Jemma Redgrave who killed it knocked it OUT OF THE PARK last night. What those women are able to do with every fibre of their being is incredible and just watching them is a master-class in acting. Like I said in a previous post, Serena’s anguished moan on her out-breath as she collapsed, against Bernie and then her restrained keening will haunt me to my grave. I had nightmares about it last night -that’s how deeply I was affected send help.

Right off the bat can we please quell the fearful speculation that this intense, dramatic tragedy is going to be the downfall of Campwolfe? I mean I suppose if you want to worry about that on top of worrying about how Serena is going to get through the next few weeks fly at it but personally I don’t feel the need to spend energy on something that is 100% not going to happen. Couples on Holby are ALL given difficulty or tragedy to work with. It is thrown at them. Instead of the writers creating drama and angst between Serena and Bernie in an endless cycle of ‘will they or won’t they’ or having them break up and get back together - this couple is on the receiving end of something catastrophic that will highlight bringing them closer. There may be some bumps in the road - I can’t imagine that Serena won’t get through this without falling into depression and pushing the people in her life that she loves the most away for a bit. Why? Because that is what happens in these types of situations and for that NOT to happen would not allow the show to highlight a very real and true to life consequence of the loss of a child. But this is a goldmine opportunity for the writers to show not tell in terms of giving Bernie Wolfe a growth arc. Bernie the emotional dumpster fire that she has been queen of the ‘let’s do a runner’ - let’s be honest sticking around and comfort and care, especially physical comfort and care are not her wheelhouse. To watch her last night, a symphony of restrained agony, helplessness and aching love for Serena was one of the most beautiful and moving things I have seen on television in a long time. She didn’t just hold it together in Theatre (which is her wheelhouse) but she was there for Serena every step of the way - very much the tender partner, very much physically there. I believe that we are going to see incredible amounts of emotional growth as she hangs in and loves on Serena, despite even perhaps being pushed away, instead of just packing it in and heading for the hills because things are rough. I’ve have longed to see this in her and I am very excited to see more - even if it is in small doses. At the end of this arc I believe that Serena and Bernie will come through this stronger than ever.

Is it a horrible, awful, terrible plot twist that Elinor, Serena’s only daughter is brain dead? Yes. It’s utterly devestating - but from the bottom of my heart I don’t think it falls anywhere close to the ‘lesbian death trope’. Serena and Bernie are being for the most part treated exactly the same way that any straight couple/characters would be on Holby City. They’re getting their fair share of a truckload of tragedy. None of the characters escape that. None. Do I wish Elinor wasn’t dead? Yes. I do because I adore Serena Campbell with every fibre of my being I was awake last worrying about her and then had to slap myself upside the head and remind myself that Serena is a British pretend bi-doctor and not a real person and that I was being a giant twit and I don’t want her to suffer. But that isn’t how life works. Tragedy does befall us and this just happens to be what is coming at Serena. Just because she identifies as wlw or lesbian or bi or as Jason says just plain complicated does that mean that she and Bernie should be swaddled gently in bubble wrap and nothing awful ever befalls them? There has to be skin in the game to make things interesting and what a gorgeous way for us, and for the broader audience to see a non-traditional couple working through these issues and supporting one another with unconditional love.

By the same token people could be furious that Dom is saddled with Issac the manipulative, abusive sociopath - why cant he have nice things I’m actually on a mission to push Issac off the roof but that’s another story, but in the harsh reality of life domestic abuse happens within gay relationships too and by highlighting this hopefully it will actually help someone who is gay or lesbian to make positive changes in their lives as Dom struggles to do this. They can look to him and say “if he can do it I can do it.”

I truly believe the same can be said for this storyline with Serena and by extension, Bernie. I’ve seen some opinions in this tag that somehow this story is simply a riff on the “Lesbians as Tragedy” story because it is highlighted that neither Serena nor Bernie are good mothers. I am all for people having their own opinions and fly at it. For me - that is not the read I get at all from the way these characters have been written and what they are portraying. How I see these characters positioned as parents, especially Serena in this case, is that they have loving and difficult and wondorous and challenging relationships with their early adult children. In the same was as the straight parents on this show are often portrayed. Serena and Bernie are shown as flawed mothers, as human mothers. Because that is what it IS to be a parent. Parenting whether you are an at-home parent full time or a surgeon or co-parenting or demonstrative or more reserved is the most fucking difficult job on the planet. There is no manual, no rulebook and despite the best of intentions parents and children often end up at odds. That’s simply a fact. Just because Elinor called her father, which she is want to do when she’s in trouble with the law because she’s learned from experience that her father will bail her out and her mother is going to call her on the carpet - who is the better parent there you have to ask - again a topic for a different meta, ended up reaching Liberty and asked Liberty to come be with her in no way negates Serena’s parenting abilities. Liberty is legitimately a part of Elinor’s life. She functioned, in some ways, as a step-parent. She would have had a way in to talk to Elinor that Serena wouldn’t have had precisely because she was NOT Elinor’s mother. This is the beauty of a step-parent. We don’t have to like Liberty but she did come when she was asked. She did sit with Elinor. She does love her in her own way and even if she’s a bit daft I believe her when she said that she was not trying to replace Serena. And she left when she was asked to leave without kicking up a fuss. There is a certain kind of class in that and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Fletch is a straight man the Flaf shippers notwithstanding and he has been shown time and again to be a good father, a struggling father, a father who falls short, a father who wins, a human father. Jac Naylor. Does anyone really believe that she has been nor will continue to be painted ‘mother of the year’ because she is straight? No. She’s the head of Darwin who is utterly problematic and has difficulty allowing people in or showing her feelings. This will affect her parenting. But she’s struggling through. Trying. She’s a human mother. Serena is a human mother. Bernie is a human mother and I just can’t see the Holby writers slanting it in the direction that they’re anything but human women trying to figure out how to get through the day, save lives and love their families.

I think, lastly, it’s been difficult for some of us to stomach the full throttle tragedy storyline for Bernie and Serena because there were so few touches of them as they were blossoming into and settling into being a romantic couple. Honestly - I wish we’d had a bit more fluff and happiness maybe a scene or two in the Peace Garden or drinks at Albies, bantering over a patient, wrangling about diagnoses before they were handed a dumptruck’s worth of angst but that is not how it played out. For a number of reasons, potentially, Jemma’s vacation time, the fact that Catherine hasn’t had a real holiday in, well, forever, the way that Holby tends to gloss over the happiness of its characters and focus on drama and/or angst. This trifecta of reasons after The Kill List and let’s face it the hiatus where we all almost expired from lack of Bernie/Campwolfe has made it more difficult, I believe, to sit easily, without worry, through this storyline. As I have said before, we are not going to love every last piece of minutiae on how the writers keep crafting Bernie and Serena’s melody line within the symphony. But the one thing I think that we can come back to is that they, and Simon and Catherine and Jemma are committed to creating, as best they know how, as best they are able all their unconscious missteps about wlw relationships notwithstanding a beautiful, complicated, human story that encompasses two women in a relationship dealing with the slings and arrows that life throws at them.

Like the fact that life isn’t perfect, no human is perfect, no mother is perfect - I believe there is some kind of middle ground. Melanie Klein said that there was no such thing as the ‘perfect mother/mothering’ but that for optimum psychological health a child doesn’t need ‘perfect mothering’ she needs ‘good enough mothering’. I think that applies here. I don’t need Serena and Bernie to be the ‘perfect’ representation of wlw relationship. I don’t need their story to be perfect or one made from fanfiction. What I need is it to be ‘good enough’. I need it to be raw, to surprise me, to shake me up. I need their story to make me laugh and to make my cry. I need it to pierce me to my core.

Last night’s episode certainly did that. It pierced me to my very soul. It chewed me up and it spit me back out again. It made me think. It made me ache. In it I saw humanity - the humanity of pain, of fear, of love and loss. That is what we face every day in life. And I for one am so beyond thrilled I can watch these emotions and this turmoil played out between two characters that in some way resemble who I am.

As Serena Campbell says “Life isn’t fair. You don’t get second chances. One knock and all that potential is just gone, wasted.” That is the hard bone truth of it. Sometimes there isn’t a second chance. Somehow we have to figure out how to keep putting one foot in front of the other through loss and grief and a pain so utter it feels as though our entire being is an immolation.

And the other side of that are the people who come and stand next to us and walk with us and hold us up during those times, and into the calm times after. I’m thinking specifically of Essie’s line “Home isn’t about the past. It’s simply a place you’re needed the most.”

I’m thinking about that hug that Bernie showers on Serena. How they both sink into it, breathe one another in. Bury their faces in one another. However this goes I believe that the strength of their home, that they are one another’s true home, will shine through, will be the beautiful gift from this trial by fire.

This love, this fire, this pain, this ultimate home - these are the reasons that I am spellbound and will continue to watch. These are the reasons this episode, this story, is good.

110 notes · View notes

blogparadiseisland · 6 years

Text

Business Manslaughter defendant in ‘stand your ground’ case said he felt scared in altercation

Business Manslaughter defendant in ‘stand your ground’ case said he felt scared in altercation Business Manslaughter defendant in ‘stand your ground’ case said he felt scared in altercation http://www.nature-business.com/business-manslaughter-defendant-in-stand-your-ground-case-said-he-felt-scared-in-altercation/

Business

(CNN)Michael Drejka, the Florida man who shot dead Markeis McGlockton after McGlockton shoved him, said he feared for his life during the parking lot altercation.

“I was very scared. I’ve never been confronted like that, never been assaulted like that, if you will, ever,” Drejka said in a recent jailhouse interview.

Drejka fatally shot McGlockton after an argument with McGlockton’s girlfriend over a handicapped parking space in July. Pinellas County Sheriff Bob Gualtieri initially declined to arrest Drejka, citing the state’s “stand your ground” law. But Pinellas and Pasco County State Attorney Bernie McCabe charged Drejka with manslaughter in August.

Drejka’s interview last Friday with WTSP were his first public comments since his arrest. The sheriff’s office released video of the interview over the weekend.

During the nearly 30-minute interview, Drejka said he

believed he followed the “stand your ground” law

and felt “vindicated” when Gualtieri initially didn’t charge him. Drejka, who is white, seemed to express little remorse for fatally shooting McGlockton, who is black, and denied being a racist.

The altercation with McGlockton left him feeling stunned, like he had been tackled — not shoved — in the Clearwater parking lot, Drejka said.

Drejka said he “didn’t know it was a shove.”

“It felt like I was tackled, or someone hit me from behind with something. I left my feet, and slid along the ground,” Drejka, 48, said in the interview.

Drejka’s comments echoed what he told authorities, according to a copy of his criminal complaint.

Drejka, who has pleaded not guilty, was being held in the Pinellas County Jail. The sheriff’s office said bail has been set at $100,000.

McGlockton, 28, died July 19 after the altercation between the two men. McGlockton’s girlfriend, Britany Jacobs, had parked in the handicapped space and Drejka confronted her while McGlockton was in a store.

McGlockton came outside, approached Drejka and shoved him to the ground, surveillance video shows. Drejka pulled out a handgun and, as McGlockton backed away from him, shot him in the chest.

According to the criminal complaint, Drejka said McGlockton tackled him and he was afraid during the incident and fired in self-defense. But a detective wrote that Drejka was more than 10 feet away from McGlockton when he opened fire.

Drejka said he becomes frustrated when he sees people misuse handicapped parking spaces. A high school sweetheart, who is now deceased, became handicapped after an accident as a teenager, Drejka said. His mother-in-law is handicapped, too, he said.

“It’s always touched a nerve with me … the way they’re abused and used,” he said.

When asked if there is anything he would change about that day, Drejka said he didn’t see anything he would change.

Drejka initially declined to address McGlockton’s family directly when asked if there was anything he wanted to say to them.

“I really don’t think this is the right place to talk to the family directly,” he said.

Later in the interview, Drejka apologized to McGlockton’s family.

“I’m sorry. That’s all I can really say to them. …Thinking about it, would you accept those kinds of words from someone? I don’t think I would,” he said. “I think there’s too much hate already … for me to be able to say anything that would make any kind of difference,” he said.

McGlockton’s father said his son was rightly standing up for his family and that there’s no way the shooting could be justified.

“If you push a man down to the ground, that man does not deserve to be shot. Stand up and fight with your fists,” Michael McGlockton said before Drejka was charged.

McGlockton’s family has said Drejka “killed Markeis in cold blood without a second thought about the devastating impact his actions would have on our family,” according to a statement released after Drejka was charged.

The family believed the manslaughter charge was appropriate, the family’s attorney Michele Rayner said then.

Florida’s “stand your ground law,” which is perhaps the strongest in the country, grants immunity to the person acting in self-defense. The state has to prove that a shooter didn’t act in self-defense and is therefore not entitled to immunity.

Gualtieri’s initial decision not to file charges caused critics to question whether the sheriff was correctly interpreting the law.

Drejka said he was “shocked” and “devasted’ when prosecutors charged him.

“I followed the law the way I felt the law was supposed to be followed. I cleared every hurdle that that law had,” Drejka said.

CNN’s Eliott C. McLaughlin and Jamiel Lynch contributed to this report.

Read More | Darran Simon, CNN,

Business Manslaughter defendant in ‘stand your ground’ case said he felt scared in altercation, in 2018-09-04 03:43:22

#Nature of Business in the Current Market

0 notes

killingthebuddha · 7 years

Link

It was the summer of 1990, when I was stuck in Albany because I needed two more courses to graduate. I found a sublet and I signed up for a history course on the Gilded Age, of which I remember nothing, and an English course, The Bible as Literature. The professor was rangy man with a gray beard. On the first day he explained that we would be examining Bible stories as texts like any other, which made my heart rate accelerate with intellectual excitement. The pear-shaped Christian woman who sat next to me had a different view. Whenever she made one of her frequent declarations of faith the instructor looked ready to chew his own arm off. Frankly I liked how she proclaimed her beliefs without embarrassment, and for being the only student in the class who had bothered to ask my name. That is, until she learned that I was Jewish, and she started handing me pamphlets about the upcoming Billy Graham revival meeting.

That summer I went to class, and I must have done the reading, because my transcript indicates that I earned a B in the Bible course and a C in history. (It is typical of my academic career that I earned a B in a course that I found deeply interesting.) I also had a part-time job on campus. I referred to myself as the chairman of the library, because my job was fixing the chairs.

In the evening I’d get high and play guitar. I’d taken a music theory course that had opened up some things for me and I was writing songs. They weren’t necessarily good songs, but there were a lot of them, maybe three or four a week. I was into Paul Simon that summer, especially Hearts and Bones and Graceland. My own songs sounded nothing like his, first because he was Paul Simon and I was some schmuck with a guitar in Albany, and second because I was simultaneously getting into rootsier stuff like the Band and Ry Cooder. I was chasing some combination of lyrical cleverness and rhythm. I wanted Paul Simon’s wit and Levon Helm’s feel. Let’s face it: I never got there. But I like myself for thinking about that stuff at twenty-one. I like myself for trying.

My roommate was my friend Jen. She was a bright, perky brunette who smoked menthol cigarettes and drove a stick shift, which I thought was hot. We had an uncomplicated friendship that was a relief from the tense, neurotic undercurrents flowing between me and my girlfriend, who, in all fairness, was a tall, green-eyed blonde who drove a pickup, which was also hot. But I felt pulled along against my will. Perhaps because I was pulled along against my will. My girlfriend and I had been on and off since high school, and I longed to get away—from her, from Albany, from my overbearing parents, who were, if not physically nearby, never far from my thoughts, judging me, finding me wanting.

When I was a young man, my self-hatred was like an undiagnosed illness: chronic inflammation of the shame organ. I could never understand what my girlfriend saw in me, but she was smart and pretty, so I kept limping back to her. I didn’t know that I was allowed to look for someone more suitable, that her ambition and looks did not, for me, outweigh her overdeveloped sense of injustice and her own crippling insecurities. That I would have been better off with someone like Jen, who by the way liked my songs, or at least pretended to like them, as opposed to my girlfriend, who was threatened by my playing, because it was a space I had created wherein she didn’t exist.

Not that I was any prize. I was always short of cash and I stank of cigarettes, and, as you will soon learn, I could be a dick.

One night Jen brought home a six-pack and we sat on the crappy carpet and I played her some songs. After a few beers the good kind of tension was so obvious that even a timid kid like me couldn’t deny it, and I kissed her. We went to bed and had drunken college sex. It was delicious. After she fell asleep, I lay awake considering that apparently I was the cheating type.

Unless I was supposed to, you know, be with Jen.

But in the morning Jen said that she valued our friendship and she felt really bad, and I said that I valued our friendship and I felt really bad (even though I felt fine), and although it seemed possible that Jen was waiting for me to say I’d rather be with her, and I liked that idea, I wasn’t equipped to ask for what I wanted.

Aside from my self-doubt, another irritant in the summer of 1990 was the Grateful Dead, which was unavoidable. Their fan base had exploded. Maybe the Deadhead subculture, with its meandering nostalgic drugginess, appealed to early Gen-Xers as an antidote to the constrictions of the 80s. Maybe it was more fun to wear a tie-dye than giant shoulder pads. Who knows. I was mostly neutral to their music. My upstairs neighbors, however, absolutely fucking loved the Dead—Ronnie, and Dan, both nice Jewish boys grooving out to “Sugar Magnolia” as they played Nintendo and passed the bong.

Actually Dan wasn’t such a nice boy. A short, swarthy kid, he was already a kind of low-level grifter. For example, one evening Ronnie came home to find that Dan had treated him to takeout Chinese. Ronnie was touched until a few weeks later he saw that the food had been paid for with his own credit card. Finally we got wise to him and started locking our doors. There wasn’t much else to do, as we’d seen the last of him: Dan had disappeared, of course without paying the rent.

One day when I came home from class there was a Fed Ex package waiting for me.

“Dan called,” Jen said. “He asked if we got a Fed Ex package for him in your name. I told him I hadn’t seen it.”

“Good thinking.”

I looked at the Fed Ex. It was the first one I had ever received and it carried with it an air of great mystery and import, as if inside were the manual to adulthood. Instead there were four tickets to a Dead show in Buffalo. I called my bank and sure enough the tickets had been charged to my credit card. Since I hadn’t ordered them, the bank erased the charges.

“What should I do with the tickets?” I asked the operator.

“You, could, you know, use them,” he said.

I invited Ronnie to go with me. We made the four-hour drive in his mother’s Oldsmobile. A big, voluble blond kid, Ronnie was good company. We shot the shit and smoked Camel Lights and listened to his Dead bootlegs until I begged him to put on something else. As usual, when you are young and on a driving trip, there was sense of expectation and freedom. Traffic was light and the sky was big over the New York State heartland.

But inwardly I was anxious. We’d planned to sell the extra tickets for food and gas, and I kept thinking about when my enterprising brother had almost been arrested for scalping Rangers tickets in front of Madison Square Garden. I imagined spending the night in some Western New York jail cell and, God help me, having to call my father for bail. There was no guarantee that he’d help. Freshman year I had taken the bus to Boston to visit a friend; I’d gotten lost, and in those days before cell phones I couldn’t get in touch with my buddy and I didn’t have a credit card. I called home collect and asked my dad for help.

“You’re not getting a fucking dime,” he yelled and hung up.

But the tickets sold easily. Just after we got off the highway, there was a scraggly young dude on the verge, an expression of grit on his bearded face as he held up two fingers, the universal gesture of a Deadhead in need of tickets. Ronnie pulled over, and the Deadhead slapped fifty bucks in my hand. As we hunted for parking at Rich Stadium, I was feeling better. I had cash and a full pack of smokes. I had my own credit card now for emergencies. Most importantly, I had weed.

Ronnie and I set a time to meet back at his car in case we got separated, which, because we immediately got very high, happened within minutes. I wandered the parking lot alone, looking at the Deadheads, wondering if their evident joy grew out of their shared values or if it were merely the drugs. Either way I remember wishing that I could be a part of it. I didn’t want to be a Deadhead. I did however want to submerge myself for a while, to find some relief from the relentless pulsing of the shame organ.

I ran into Jill, a slim, tall, sloe-eyed girl with straight shining brown hair. We had made out twice freshman year. The first time we had been interrupted by my dumbass roommate. The second time ended when she puked. Now she and her boyfriend were following the Dead around the Northeast, supporting themselves by selling homemade granola bars. I was so impressed by their initiative. They had a VW bus and everything. More importantly they had found a way to be in the world. I tucked that knowledge away for later usage—that it was indeed possible to create your own independence while doing something fun.

At some collectively acknowledged moment the deadheads moved together toward the stadium. I had a general admission ticket so I made my way to the open area before the stage. Crosby, Stills and Nash was the opening band and I was looking forward to seeing Steven Stills play guitar. It was a lovely day, and it wasn’t too crowded, and I found a spot maybe 100 feet from Stills, and CSN was singing “Southern Cross,” a song that I loved for its drippy earnestness and killer harmonies.

And yet a pilot light of anger had flicked on in my gut. I had forgotten how Graham Nash gets on my nerves. His leftover sixties things seemed like a pose. I should add that Ronnie and I had dropped acid in the parking lot. I have the impression that Dan the Grifter had given it to us, but that seems impossible. Nevertheless, I had put a tab on my tongue, and it was coming on pretty strong. I watched CSN, and after Graham Nash said something incredibly annoying as the band played the intro to Woodstock, something like, “show us you deserve to wear those tie-dyes and get into it,” the pilot light flared, and I did something that I would forever regret.

“You suck, Graham Nash,” I shouted. “Go back to England.”

“Dude,” said some guy.

I swear to God that I saw Graham Nash look at me, baffled, before returning his focus to the song.

“Graham Nash. You’re a stupid limey.”

A circle had formed around me, dozens of heads backing away from this white-hot center of hostility. I think that was what snapped me out of it, that I was surrounded by people gaping at a crazy person, and the crazy person was me. in the shame organ pulsated with mortification.

So I left. I shouldered my way through the crowds and returned to the parking lot, where a wizened hippy sat on a cooler, chanting, mantra-like, “Groovy, groovy soda. Get your orange soda.” He repeated this line with unflagging enthusiasm, even though it was only me and him and the cars.

I was thirsty.

I bought a soda.

“You look like Bob,” he said.

“Bob Weir?”

“That’s what I said man, Bob. You look just like him.”

“No I don’t.”

“Dude, it’s good. Girls love Bob. Hey,” he shouted, open-mouthed, revealing blackened stumps of teeth. “It’s Bob.”

“I’m not Bob,” I said, feeling close to tears. “I’m Gordon.”

“It’s Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaab,” he shouted.

I ran away from the dentally challenged hippie and kept going until I found a shaded picnic bench on a grassy strip between the parking lot and a chain-link fence. I took out a cigarette. To my surprise, I was also holding a Zippo. I had no idea how I had acquired it.

It was nearing dusk and the air was cooling. I hadn’t been aware of the heat but now I felt the sweat drying on my back. I remembered my orange soda; it was a little warm but the sugar made me more alert. I could hear the roar of the crowd as The Dead took the stage. (The Internet tells me that the first song of the show was an eight-minute “Hell in a Bucket,” which indeed sounds like hell.) I smoked and I played with my Zippo until I felt ready to be around other people.

But when I tried to get back into the stadium, the security guards wouldn’t let me. I tried another gate with the same result. I shuffled back to my picnic bench in defeat. Mostly I was disturbed by my outburst against Graham Nash, who probably never hurt anybody, except maybe Joni Mitchell. I mean, what the fuck? I had just heckled Graham Nash! Was it the acid? Did it have some speed or mescaline or (God forbid) PCP in it?

Anyway, I was calmer now. I could hear Jerry’s guitar chiming away in the mixolydian mode, as it had done for decades to an audience of Caucasians that never seemed to tire of it. And I had to admit that I wasn’t disappointed about missing the show. In fact, I was relieved. There was a kind of clarity in the aftermath of my acid trip that allowed me to assimilate that I wasn’t merely indifferent to the Dead. I actively disliked their music. They were excellent musicians, but it didn’t cohere into anything. It was a sonic mess. They didn’t leave room for one another. At any given moment, an instrumentalist chooses between playing and not playing. Jerry, Bob, Brent, Phil, the drummers whose names I forgot, they were always playing. Every beat of every song, they were playing. Whereas the musicians that I admired—Ry Cooder, Taj Mahal, Levon Helm—they all knew when not to play.

And by the way did anybody really think that Jerry was a good vocalist? Did anyone really believe that Bob was as soulful as he believed himself to be? Could anyone honestly state under oath that they actually enjoyed the tedious, apercussive wankfest of “Drums” and “Space?”

Okay, the Dead had some good songs.

But the Grateful Dead was not a good band.

There is always the temptation when writing about this kind of experience to force a neat little lesson out of the narrative. But that too would be dishonest. It would be years until I put it all together, until I finally understood that I was free to like Stephen Stills, just as I was free to dislike the Grateful Dead and Graham Nash. I was not, however, free to heckle Graham Nash. In other words, it didn’t matter what I liked or disliked, so long as I wasn’t a dick about it.

It took me even longer to grasp that I was allowed to go after what I wanted.

It was fully night now and the lights above the parking lot were painfully bright. The Deadheads flowed through the gates, mobile clumps of hair and swirling tie-dye bearing the scent of sweat and patchouli. The acid had just about run its course; all that was left were wisps or tendrils of color in my peripheral vision. It was time to go home. Or at least back to Albany. Now if I could just remember where Ronnie had parked his mother’s car.

#IFTTT #WordPress

0 notes

happynowidiot-blog-blog · 7 years

Text

Arturo’s birthday and other events.

Arturo’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago. We were invited to his party and the weekend beforehand he’d made extra sure to confirm we were going. This is my life. I was a little afraid of the party as it was on a Thursday and me not having money was sure to not factor into how much I was going to drink that night. Arturo would not let me remain sober. I was not aware of just how much he was going to make sure of this. We went down to Big Chill around 9 PM and walked downstairs where we’d been directed to. Penny was in a cardigan and I had a nice shirt with sleeves and my short black boots on (it was a Thursday, remember). We walked to the bar downstairs and said hi to Zaccy who appeared to be working. He informed us that it was an open bar. Of course it was. We got ourselves drinks, tossed our coats in a corner, and sat discussing how our lives had gotten to that point. Arturo came downstairs a bit later and hugged and kissed us hello. We went upstairs to try and figure out what the surprisingly young clientele on the dance floor was all about. We were standing somewhere between the bar and the dance floor when an older, obviously drunk guy approached us and told us his friend wanted to meet me but was too shy. His two friends walked up and the youngest one started talking to me as the two older guys monopolized Penny’s attention. His name was Chris, he was Irish, 24, and had lived in Chicago for awhile. It was his last night in London. He was going back to Chicago on the 21st of March. I told him he’d be in town for the South Side Irish Parade and he goes, “That’s exactly why I’m going!”. I could’ve died. I was so excited. We talked a bit longer until I felt that if I made Penny talk to those guys any longer she’d actually kill me so we made our excuses about the party we were supposed to be at and went back downstairs.

We got another drink and sat for awhile, taking the time to tease Atilla as he walked past and trying to decide how much time would have to pass until we could safely go upstairs again. We gave it a bit and then went back upstairs with an escape plan in case those guys were still standing there. They weren’t (which was a bit of a shame as I’d liked Chris) so we were safe to scout out the crowd for anyone else interesting to talk to. We eventually sat down in the old Snug next to this group of guys. Penny started talking to the guy next to her and I exchanged bored faces with a friend of his. Turns out they were all cops. Well, they were about to be cops. They were out celebrating their last day of training. All Penny and I could think was “UNIFORM”. We’re nothing if not consistent. I sat talking to this guy Mike for awhile until a girl came and sat on his lap and I was convinced that she was going to kill me if I continued to talk to him. The guy next to Penny was named Josh and very, very drunk. He was also adorable. They were talking about the fact that British cops don’t carry guns and he goes, “I wouldn’t want a gun. I might kill someone!” So freaking cute. Eventually I started talking to this guy sitting across from me that they kept calling the Undertaker for some reason (and by ‘some reason’ I mean they were drunk and thought it would be funny), Dan. He came and sat next to me after I pointed out that both of us leaning forward like that was ridiculous. He was cute, not outrageously attractive but cute, and funny. He worked in a bakery and was incredibly nice. The best part about him, however, was that for the majority of the time we talked for he had the hiccups. I could not stop laughing at him. We were sitting close to we could hear each other talk and I had my hand on his leg. He eventually shifted so his arm was around me and I kept buring my head into his chest to laugh. It just felt comfortable sitting with him. It was weird. I didn’t feel pressured to be witty or like he was being sleazy. He was talking to my face instead of nodding along while staring at my chest. It was nice.

Eventually, the lights came up. Penny said goodbye to Josh, didn’t kiss him, and was ushered downstairs to the party again. Dan and I stood up to say goodbye and I put my hand on his neck to pull him down into a kiss. He was taller than me so I had to go onto my tiptoes while he kissed me with his hands on my ass (the only sleazy thing he’d done all night and it wasn’t even that bad). I told him that I’d liked talking to him and he said he’d like it too so I took his number. I was being urged downstairs by Sherlock and Ed so I walked around the booth we’d been sitting at until I was on the other side headed towards the stairs. I turned around and Dan leaned over the back of the booth to kiss me again. It was adorable.

I walked downstairs and found Penny. Eventually, Alex sat us down with his cousins and told us to chat. His cousin, by the way, do not speak a whole lot of English. It was a useless endeavor from the start. I’d gotten another drink at some point and then I drank some of a gin and tonic someone had given to Penny while we sat. Eventually, we decided to bail and found Arturo to say goodbye. He told us to stau another half hour and we obliged. I went to get another drink and was told they were out of vodka. I took that as a sign I should stop drinking and went to walk away. I didn’t make it very far. David handed me a glass with a shot of rum in it and clinked his against mine. I downed the shot with a grimace and shook my head at him before walking back to where I’d left Penny. We stayed a bit longer before making our extensive rounds of goodbyes and heading upstairs. Sherlock walked us to the side door looking panicked and fidgety. He was freaking out as his liscence only went until 2 AM that night and he didn’t want to get in trouble. Poor boy. We walked home without incident and watched a bit of tv before crashing both of us still convinced we were making it to class the next day. That turned out to not be the case. We both got up and got dressed the next morning for class. I didn’t have to be there as early as Penny but I had to leave when she left. She laid on the couch slowly dying until she decided to give in to the hangover and go back to bed. I decided she had a pretty good point.

That night, we met Ellesse for a drink before she went to a gig. Well, that was the plan. We met her at 6 PM and went to B@1. Their happy hour is 2 drink for £9. We started with 6 vodka collinses. We sat at the bar where Nick was working and he started just putting drinks in front of us. The first was a Junebug that was surprisingly good. This was followed by three drinks that may have just been vodka and apple juice. Next, there were four cosmos placed in front of us even after we ordered another six drinks. Unsurprisingly, Ellesse didn’t make it to her gig. We decided to go straight to Big Chill after that but I wanted to change and Penny was in trainers. We decided to be as efficent as possible so Penny handed me her keys and shoes and told me to grab her flats. I’ve never felt more ridiculous walking down King’s Cross Road than I did holding her shoes. Apperently, this is nothing compared to how ridiculous she felt sitting in B@1 not wearing any shoes. I walked to the flat as quickly as possible, changed, and headed back holding a different pair of shoes. Bab the bouncer’s face was hilarious when I walked back in holding them. We bailed for Big Chill soon after that and made a collective decision that we were done drinking for the night. We stopped at the burrito place on our way and sat amusing Max and Sam for awhile. Turns out, Sam is actually the manager. And has a tattoo on each wrist and on on the insde of his lower lip. He’d also gotten a girlfriend in the previous week. Eventually we finished our food and Max looked like he was going to pass out from laughing as Ellesse attempted to work the register so we continued on our way to Big Chill. We got there and karma took over as I was struck down by the hiccups. I hiccupped for literally two hours. I was in so much pain. I wanted to text Dan and tell him because I knew he’d think it was hilarious but I thought I should avoid texting him after midnight for the first time at least. I did learn that night that everybody in the world insists they know how to cure the hiccups and they will inist on making you try their method.

As we were with Ellesse, every bartender and bouncer I talked to that night insisted on asking who the “sexy one with us” was. I had a slight breakdown when Arturo asked me while he was manning the coat check for a bit. I leaned my head onto the ledge and groaned, saying something along the lines of “aren’t I attractive to?!” He laughed, ran his hands through my hair and told me “You are sexy, too but you’re my sister, Brittany! We love seeing what guys you pull every night.” He kissed me on the forehead and I slunk off with thoughts of suicide at the combined information of that conversation: 1) A bartender who I know solely because I frequent the place he works just called me his sister. 2) They notice the guys I pull and find this amusing. Do they take bets? Do Simon and Rob talk about this, too, or is it just the others? Am I the whore of Big Chill? What does this all mean!? Needless to say, it wasn’t a fantastic night for me. Eventually, we all slunk home after Ellesse made out with this journalist with a girlfriend and I had a conversation with people wanting to know who I knew Tom (I don’t know Tom). Penny walked away with a number in her phone belonging to “Amazing Guy Upstairs Before Midnight” that she may need to pickpocket to learn his name if they ever go out. We crashed and Ellesse woke up disgustingly early to bail the next morning while I stayed in bed trying to get more sleep.

Later that week, I ended up texting Dan after adding him on FB and we talked for a while. It was weird. I wasn’t nervous about talking to him and we actually talked instead of just saying things. He likes the same books as me; his favorite author is Phillip Pullman. He’s sweet and can take and joke and seems to have no problem laughing at himself. It scares the hell out of me but I think I could really like this guy. I think it could be something, if he ever gets around to asking me out. The only issue is that he appears to have ended a serious, long term relationship the third week of January (or so his FB tells me). That could be bad. In other news, my PMS got a bit out of control at the end of last week and I snapped at George. Just completely made up a fight and was a bitch to him. Twenty minutes later, I realised how much of an idiot I was and thus was forced to send off an apology email the next morning. It seems to have helped as I’m currently having the first proper conversation I’ve had with him in months. God, I fucking miss him.

0 notes

historywhore2-0 · 7 years

Text

Arturo’s Birthday and Other Events

Arturo's birthday was a couple of weeks ago. We were invited to his party and the weekend beforehand he'd made extra sure to confirm we were going. This is my life. I was a little afraid of the party as it was on a Thursday and me not having money was sure to not factor into how much I was going to drink that night. Arturo would not let me remain sober. I was not aware of just how much he was going to make sure of this. We went down to Big Chill around 9 PM and walked downstairs where we'd been directed to. Penny was in a cardigan and I had a nice shirt with sleeves and my short black boots on (it was a Thursday, remember). We walked to the bar downstairs and said hi to Zaccy who appeared to be working. He informed us that it was an open bar. Of course it was. We got ourselves drinks, tossed our coats in a corner, and sat discussing how our lives had gotten to that point. Arturo came downstairs a bit later and hugged and kissed us hello. We went upstairs to try and figure out what the surprisingly young clientele on the dance floor was all about. We were standing somewhere between the bar and the dance floor when an older, obviously drunk guy approached us and told us his friend wanted to meet me but was too shy. His two friends walked up and the youngest one started talking to me as the two older guys monopolized Penny's attention. His name was Chris, he was Irish, 24, and had lived in Chicago for awhile. It was his last night in London. He was going back to Chicago on the 21st of March. I told him he'd be in town for the South Side Irish Parade and he goes, "That's exactly why I'm going!". I could've died. I was so excited. We talked a bit longer until I felt that if I made Penny talk to those guys any longer she'd actually kill me so we made our excuses about the party we were supposed to be at and went back downstairs.

We got another drink and sat for awhile, taking the time to tease Atilla as he walked past and trying to decide how much time would have to pass until we could safely go upstairs again. We gave it a bit and then went back upstairs with an escape plan in case those guys were still standing there. They weren't (which was a bit of a shame as I'd liked Chris) so we were safe to scout out the crowd for anyone else interesting to talk to. We eventually sat down in the old Snug next to this group of guys. Penny started talking to the guy next to her and I exchanged bored faces with a friend of his. Turns out they were all cops. Well, they were about to be cops. They were out celebrating their last day of training. All Penny and I could think was "UNIFORM". We're nothing if not consistent. I sat talking to this guy Mike for awhile until a girl came and sat on his lap and I was convinced that she was going to kill me if I continued to talk to him. The guy next to Penny was named Josh and very, very drunk. He was also adorable. They were talking about the fact that British cops don't carry guns and he goes, "I wouldn't want a gun. I might kill someone!" So freaking cute. Eventually I started talking to this guy sitting across from me that they kept calling the Undertaker for some reason (and by 'some reason' I mean they were drunk and thought it would be funny), Dan. He came and sat next to me after I pointed out that both of us leaning forward like that was ridiculous. He was cute, not outrageously attractive but cute, and funny. He worked in a bakery and was incredibly nice. The best part about him, however, was that for the majority of the time we talked for he had the hiccups. I could not stop laughing at him. We were sitting close to we could hear each other talk and I had my hand on his leg. He eventually shifted so his arm was around me and I kept buring my head into his chest to laugh. It just felt comfortable sitting with him. It was weird. I didn't feel pressured to be witty or like he was being sleazy. He was talking to my face instead of nodding along while staring at my chest. It was nice.

Eventually, the lights came up. Penny said goodbye to Josh, didn't kiss him, and was ushered downstairs to the party again. Dan and I stood up to say goodbye and I put my hand on his neck to pull him down into a kiss. He was taller than me so I had to go onto my tiptoes while he kissed me with his hands on my ass (the only sleazy thing he'd done all night and it wasn't even that bad). I told him that I'd liked talking to him and he said he'd like it too so I took his number. I was being urged downstairs by Sherlock and Ed so I walked around the booth we'd been sitting at until I was on the other side headed towards the stairs. I turned around and Dan leaned over the back of the booth to kiss me again. It was adorable.

I walked downstairs and found Penny. Eventually, Alex sat us down with his cousins and told us to chat. His cousin, by the way, do not speak a whole lot of English. It was a useless endeavor from the start. I'd gotten another drink at some point and then I drank some of a gin and tonic someone had given to Penny while we sat. Eventually, we decided to bail and found Arturo to say goodbye. He told us to stau another half hour and we obliged. I went to get another drink and was told they were out of vodka. I took that as a sign I should stop drinking and went to walk away. I didn't make it very far. David handed me a glass with a shot of rum in it and clinked his against mine. I downed the shot with a grimace and shook my head at him before walking back to where I'd left Penny. We stayed a bit longer before making our extensive rounds of goodbyes and heading upstairs. Sherlock walked us to the side door looking panicked and fidgety. He was freaking out as his liscence only went until 2 AM that night and he didn't want to get in trouble. Poor boy. We walked home without incident and watched a bit of tv before crashing both of us still convinced we were making it to class the next day. That turned out to not be the case. We both got up and got dressed the next morning for class. I didn't have to be there as early as Penny but I had to leave when she left. She laid on the couch slowly dying until she decided to give in to the hangover and go back to bed. I decided she had a pretty good point.

That night, we met Ellesse for a drink before she went to a gig. Well, that was the plan. We met her at 6 PM and went to B@1. Their happy hour is 2 drink for £9. We started with 6 vodka collinses. We sat at the bar where Nick was working and he started just putting drinks in front of us. The first was a Junebug that was surprisingly good. This was followed by three drinks that may have just been vodka and apple juice. Next, there were four cosmos placed in front of us even after we ordered another six drinks. Unsurprisingly, Ellesse didn't make it to her gig. We decided to go straight to Big Chill after that but I wanted to change and Penny was in trainers. We decided to be as efficent as possible so Penny handed me her keys and shoes and told me to grab her flats. I've never felt more ridiculous walking down King's Cross Road than I did holding her shoes. Apperently, this is nothing compared to how ridiculous she felt sitting in B@1 not wearing any shoes. I walked to the flat as quickly as possible, changed, and headed back holding a different pair of shoes. Bab the bouncer's face was hilarious when I walked back in holding them. We bailed for Big Chill soon after that and made a collective decision that we were done drinking for the night. We stopped at the burrito place on our way and sat amusing Max and Sam for awhile. Turns out, Sam is actually the manager. And has a tattoo on each wrist and on on the insde of his lower lip. He'd also gotten a girlfriend in the previous week. Eventually we finished our food and Max looked like he was going to pass out from laughing as Ellesse attempted to work the register so we continued on our way to Big Chill. We got there and karma took over as I was struck down by the hiccups. I hiccupped for literally two hours. I was in so much pain. I wanted to text Dan and tell him because I knew he'd think it was hilarious but I thought I should avoid texting him after midnight for the first time at least. I did learn that night that everybody in the world insists they know how to cure the hiccups and they will inist on making you try their method.

As we were with Ellesse, every bartender and bouncer I talked to that night insisted on asking who the "sexy one with us" was. I had a slight breakdown when Arturo asked me while he was manning the coat check for a bit. I leaned my head onto the ledge and groaned, saying something along the lines of "aren't I attractive to?!" He laughed, ran his hands through my hair and told me "You are sexy, too but you're my sister, Brittany! We love seeing what guys you pull every night." He kissed me on the forehead and I slunk off with thoughts of suicide at the combined information of that conversation: 1) A bartender who I know solely because I frequent the place he works just called me his sister. 2) They notice the guys I pull and find this amusing. Do they take bets? Do Simon and Rob talk about this, too, or is it just the others? Am I the whore of Big Chill? What does this all mean!? Needless to say, it wasn't a fantastic night for me. Eventually, we all slunk home after Ellesse made out with this journalist with a girlfriend and I had a conversation with people wanting to know who I knew Tom (I don't know Tom). Penny walked away with a number in her phone belonging to "Amazing Guy Upstairs Before Midnight" that she may need to pickpocket to learn his name if they ever go out. We crashed and Ellesse woke up disgustingly early to bail the next morning while I stayed in bed trying to get more sleep.

Later that week, I ended up texting Dan after adding him on FB and we talked for a while. It was weird. I wasn't nervous about talking to him and we actually talked instead of just saying things. He likes the same books as me; his favorite author is Phillip Pullman. He's sweet and can take and joke and seems to have no problem laughing at himself. It scares the hell out of me but I think I could really like this guy. I think it could be something, if he ever gets around to asking me out. The only issue is that he appears to have ended a serious, long term relationship the third week of January (or so his FB tells me). That could be bad. In other news, my PMS got a bit out of control at the end of last week and I snapped at George. Just completely made up a fight and was a bitch to him. Twenty minutes later, I realised how much of an idiot I was and thus was forced to send off an apology email the next morning. It seems to have helped as I'm currently having the first proper conversation I've had with him in months. God, I fucking miss him.

#02/23/2012

0 notes