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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 10, 2012 21:30:16 GMT -5
The liquor burned his throat on the way down and caressed his stomach comfortingly as he chuckled and gripped the neck of the bottle harder than was probably necessary. He was not drunk, not yet, but things were already more amusing than they probably should have been and there was a sort of light-headedness that he knew to associate with being tipsy. "Still got a lot left in this one," he reported, holding it up with a quick motion that sent some of the liquid inside sloshing around. Some spilled over the lip and splashed on his hand. He ignored it, not bothered. He'd probably smell of whiskey once he stumbled back into the house come early morning. Hopefully his fiancée wouldn't mind too much or anything.
Rubbing his arms and exhaling slowly, the wind ruffling the hair along his forehead, he said, "Fuck, it's hot." There was a pool in the yard of a house near the parking lot they were drinking in but there was no way that Joshua would go within ten feet of it, drunk or otherwise. He might have lost a lot of his common sense once he'd had enough to drink but he would not forget his phobia no matter how intoxicated he was. That wasn't to say he couldn't accidentally trip and fall into the pool—hell, that was why he wouldn't trust himself near the pool. He was affected by the alcohol but he wasn't a complete idiot. He wiped his forehead as if to brush away the sweat that did not exist and stripped off his shirt, having no issues with the fact that they were in a public place. It was past midnight, though he didn't remember exactly how far past midnight it was and it was too dark to see his watch well. He could try his fire but that would be a suicide mission when he was under the influence of alcohol. Powers and drinking didn't mix.
He couldn't remember how they'd gotten onto the subject of alcohol during their drive in his Lamborghini but it had somehow led to sitting in a parking lot and drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle. He'd pressed a bottle of something into Gale's hands, too, some other alcohol that had not made it from the liquor store to his cabinet. It was not going to waste, though, not at all. It was being put to good use as they downed it for shits and giggles. Joshua knew his limits but he wasn't paying as much attention to them as he should have been that night. Nor was he monitoring Gale, who could have been bouncing off the walls and singing anthems by now and he'd probably not be able to report how long he'd been as drunk as he was.
"So," he said, chuckling for reasons unbeknownst to anyone, including Joshua himself, "Whaddya wanna get up to?" He was in a relaxed and easy mood. Joshua was a leader and not a follower but he was in the mood for a casual time tonight. For now. Who knew what would change with a couple more strong swigs?
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Post by robbie on Aug 11, 2012 0:56:13 GMT -5
Gale wasn't much of a drinker. Hell, on how many times he had been drunk this would be number two. The first time was with Nell, and now with her fiancee, Josh. They where being such poor influences on him it seemed - but he didn't mind it. He didn't mind drinking every now and then and loosening up. However, it did seem that when he was drunk he did some pretty stupid things. The first time he got drunk he had willingly agreed to a game of strip poker - actually, he had suggested it, and slept with a girl whose name he didn't even remember. He wasn't even positive it actually happened, but everybody was telling him it did.
Right then, however, he was pretty well gone and sitting in a parking lot chugging down whiskey like it was going out of style. "Then chug it bro. Never waste a drop." He said, tilting up his own bottle and taking a drink from it. It burned, but it burned so well. Why he had his own bottle, he wasn't sure. He would probably be puking before the night ended. His words where already extremely slurred, and was probably already passed his limit, but hey. Who was to judge? He sloshed the bottle around in his hands and tipped it up, taking another huge gulp. It burned its way all the way down his throat. "It is hoooooot." He said, leaning his head back against the car for a moment, and glancing over.
"Let's go.. for a .. swim." He said, struggling to get the words out. It sounded normal to him, though. He didn't understand how hammered he was already. He pushed himself up into a standing position, stumbling sideways a few steps, before leaning against a pole in the parking lot. He sloshed the bottle around a little bit before taking another swig of it, emptying the bottle. He was going to be really fucked up here pretty soon. Without really looking to see if Josh was following, he made his way over by the fence. He glanced up at it for a few moments before gripping the top of it and managing to pull himself up, and onto a nearby shed.
His plan that he thought out in his head was he was going to jump off the shed and into the pool. He was sitting on the top of the shed on his knee's, and took a deep breath. He was pretty much fearless when he was drunk - so his fear of heights was pretty well gone at the moment. After a moment he stood up on top of the shed and put his arms up, stumbling backwards a little bit. He looked like Jack standing on the edge of the titanic. Although, jumping into the water while he was drunk probably wasn't a smart idea. " I believe I can flyyyy!" He sang out, fairly loudly, before jumping off the top of the shed and diving head first into the pool. Luckily for him it was fairly deep or he probably would have cracked his head on the bottem.
Luckily for him, he didn't and when his hands touched the bottom he turned back to face the surface and managed to make his way to the top. He didn't realize however, that the motion security light had turned on - and sent the people inside the house a signal that somebody was outside. He popped out and made his way to the edge of the pool, and hung on the side of it. Trying to float would probably result in drowning himself. "C'mon man. Come in." He wasn't aware that Josh was afraid of water - nor did he hear the door open to the house. He was too far gone to really care about, well, anything.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 13, 2012 19:35:36 GMT -5
Through the comfortable haze that had descended over his thoughts, Joshua vaguely noticed that Gale was a little bit more far-gone than he was. Just a little. All right, so maybe he was a lot more far-gone that Josh. Hey, it wasn't like the Fire graduate had offered to babysit his Water elemental friend while they drank themselves into a stupor in the mini-mart's parking lot. Since his teenage days he'd matured quite a bit in terms of responsible alcohol consumption but there were still days such as this one where he decided to fuck it and get wasted. There had been two bottles of whiskey in the car and instead of sensibly deciding to split one, he'd handed one to Gale (who, unbeknownst to Josh, had only been drunk once before) and taken the other himself.
Chugging whiskey straight was a perfect way to forget your own name for the night. He used to drink it with that sole purpose, washing away all of his bad thoughts and feelings in a tide of liquor. Now he drank to have fun and it was much more enjoyable than once-upon-a-time had been. "Dude, I want to enjoy it," he scoffed. "If I wanted to be that hammered I'd have drank my Everclear." Drinking that straight could kill you. Even if it wasn't drank straight or you had just a little it was a pretty damn good way to fuck yourself up. It wasn't even legal to drink in British Columbia but he kept it for medical purposes—it burned like a bitch but it was good for cleaning out wounds.
Not thinking, he made to fan himself with the bottle of whiskey and pulled a face when some of it splashed on him. Well that was stupid. He still had enough sense to acknowledge it. As for how long that would last? Only time would tell. He switched the bottle to his right hand and fanned at his face with the left, not that it helped much. "Fuck summer." Most of it was the alcohol and he should have realised this, especially since he was a Fire and thus usually not affected by the sweltering heat. He wasn't thinking in that direction, though, and so he glared at the night sky as if it were to blame. It was dark, the sun was nowhere to be seen, the night air wasn't nearly as warm as he was thinking. Logic didn't connect these facts. "What?" The idea of swimming did not appeal to him but Gale was already off.
Joshua stared after him for several seconds as if trying to process the suggestion, then started and followed, climbing over the fence and dropping down the other side without bothering to use the shed in order to help himself down. He landed on his feet but staggered into the fence, not as graceful as a completely sober Joshua would have been. He caught himself against the fence and managed to stay on his feet, breathing harder than was necessary. He'd forgotten his shirt on the hood of his car and yet it was still hot as balls for some reason. Some of the water from the pool splashed up and soaked him—if Josh were a cat, he might have hissed and pulled his ears back. As it were, he simply narrowed his eyes for a moment and then grudgingly admitted to himself that the cool water felt kinda nice. He lied to Gale with a smooth, "It's hot, man, but it's not that hot. Think I'll pass." Only a few people knew of his fear. Gale was not one of them and Josh didn't plan on changing that.
As he was paying attention to what was going on around them and not to the pool, Josh noticed when the security light went off, and when the door opened. Thinking wildly, he yelled, "It's just a cat, go back to bed!" That didn't work out too well. A thick-set man was striding across the lawn toward them and Joshua swore loudly. "Fuck, man, the fuck do we do?" He readied himself for a fight—this guy looked like he meant business.
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Post by robbie on Aug 13, 2012 23:02:00 GMT -5
Gale wasn't sure exactly what had set off his desire to start drinking. He wasn't so much it was a desire so much as just wanting not to be the good boy anymore. Nice guys finish last. The saying was true, it was always out there. Not like he ever really thought he was a bad boy. Getting yourself so drunk that you would do just about anything didn't really count as a bad boy. It just counted as somebody who discovered alcohol a bit later than some of his companions - and he just lost his brain cells. " For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - nameless here, for Everclear!" He said, raising the whisky bottle drunkenly like he was toasting himself. Not even paying attention to the fact that he had actually said the poem wrong.
Gale was drunkenly swooshing the liquid around inside the bottle. He felt pretty fucked up. Actually, he felt really fucked up. He was going to be hurting in the morning. He snorted as Josh's comment. "I know this girl named Summer. She's fucking hot." He said, before taking a swig of the drink. It was true though, she was a water. A year below him, but that didn't make her any less hot. He was not much of a player type, or one to hit on a bunch of girls, but when he was drunk his horn dog factor went up about ten notches. So Josh's comment he had taken in a bit different way. As he started making his way towards the pool, his voice turned into pretty much a song as he spoke back to Josh. "You heard mee!"
Yes, swimming while drunk sounded like a perfect idea. Wonderful, in fact. Breaking your head open on the bottom of the pool was a good chance, but Gale didn't care about that. Not right now anyways. Hell, the whiskey was doing most of the talking for him. After he dived off the shed and into the water, he heard Josh speak and shook his head, his long ish hair sticking to his forehead. "Awwwww." He started, sticking out his bottom lip as he floated over to the side. "Little Joshy Woshy doesn't want to get wet?" He snorted again at his own joke, which really wasn't all that funny.
At Josh's exclamation, he jumped slightly and pushed himself up so that he was sitting on the edge of the pool. "Yeah! A really big cat." He added in, as the man started stalking towards them. He felt like sirens where going on in his head, and he pushed away from the pool and managed to get to his feet - not without the aid of a nearby chair. Oh, the thrills of being drunk. "Uh, uh, Gale started, as the man's eyes narrowed. He spread his feet apart and put his fists up in a typical fighting stance. "Come on tubby, I can take you." He said, squinting slightly, and wavering on his feet. The man said something that sounded like The cops will have fun with this one" But he wasn't sure, as the man stalked right past him and towards Josh.
Gale turned around, almost falling back into the pool, and through his arms up. "What! Am I not good enough for you!" He had half a mind to lift the water right out of the pool and drop it on the man. However, even while drunk, he knew not to use his powers outside of the school. The man however, then, swung around, and punched Gale swiftly in the stomach, causing him to double over onto the ground. He was a bit of a wimp, and curled into the fetal position as the man started making his way towards Josh, shouting cuss words and the like. The world was too blurry for Gale to make any sense of well, anything. After only a moment he stood back up and started making his way back over to where the man was trying to scrabble with Josh. Little did he know, a woman inside the house had already called the cops.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 14, 2012 21:57:56 GMT -5
Tipsy or not, Joshua's memory did not fail him. He snorted and took another long swig of the whiskey. "You did not just quote Poe at me." He'd never been the biggest fan of poetry in class because of poetic analysis—how the hell was he supposed to know what the author was trying to get across?—but that didn't mean he hated it in general. No, he appreciated the classics. "And it's 'evermore', dude, but I'll give you points for effort. Not so much for originality." Not that it was easy to come up with on-the-spot poetry when you were drunk. Especially not when you were as drunk as Gale. It usually turned out to be a cluster-fuck of slurred, sing-songed words that didn't make sense to anyone but the 'poet'.
Drunk people. They were great.
He took another swig. He was not entirely sure how they'd gotten on the subject of this girl, Summer, but he listened intently all the same. He had a pretty good attention span sober but when he was drunk it was like his friends were preaching the cure to world hunger or something else equally dramatic. He blinked blearily at Gale and nodded. "Cool, cool. Did you fuck her or something?" No filter, none. He wasn't allowed to show interest in other women, nor did he have any desire to, but that didn't mean he wouldn't listen to his friends go on about their latest single-man endeavours if that was what they were intent on doing. He had lived through the one-night stands and random women, he'd leave that to them. He was happy. Never thought Gale was like that, though. Huh. Well, it wasn't like they'd been total bros or anything like that. There were probably a lot of things he didn't know about Gale.
His temper flared up at Gale's joke, either not knowing or not caring that it was not to be offensive. "Depends on if you really want me to jump in there and drown you." He really did not like being called 'Joshy', nor did he like being teased about water even if it was by a friend. He wasn't a sensitive guy most of the time but some things, like this, reminded him of his brother and how Bryce always made snide remarks about the lake when they were in company. Bryce was the reason Joshua was afraid of water to begin with. Not that any of that was Gale's fault but anger issues did not discriminate.
Maybe he could have pulled off the 'it was my cat, I jumped the fence to get him' ploy if he were not standing drunk and shirtless in their yard with a bottle of whiskey while his friend swam in their pool. Speaking of the whiskey-bottle it was nearly empty now on account of the fact a great deal had spilled when he was clambering over the fence. He took the last sip with the grim thought of, Kind of wish I was a lot more drunk for this. It'd be nice to be in Gale's boat right now, so hammered that he didn't give a fuck about what was going on. Instead he retained some small bit of clarity that whispered in his ear, "Hey, you guys are fucked. Congrats." "Gonna call the cops on us? What're you, a pussy?" Maybe he could refrain from spending the night in a cell if he appealed to pride and ego.
Or maybe not.
"Oi!" he snarled when the man punched Gale in the stomach. The Fire graduate strode forward purposefully and it was a damn good thing that alcohol pretty much shut down one's powers at the best of times, else the man would have been barbecued. Josh returned the stream of cusses and insults with some of his own, then swung a punch and missed spectacularly. The man managed to hit him in the jaw and then kick his shin, causing him to buckle slightly and swear as he clutched his leg. Realising that his usual, coordinated fighting style wasn't going to work, he abandoned caution and leapt at the other guy, plowing them both into the ground and throwing another punch, one that actually landed. The other guy was as heavy as Joshua, though, perhaps heavier, and he was sober, so when he shoved the Fire graduate off and then made to pin him down, alarm bells went off.
Shit.
He rolled away and staggered unsteadily to his feet and then several steps sideways, thankfully missing the edge of the pool. He saw red and blue flashes outside of the fence and it took him several seconds before he realised what that meant. "Fuck. Run, man, we have to get out of here!" He made for the fence and tried to climb up it, but fence climbing when you're drunk might as well be an Olympic level sport for it's difficulty. "Shit, shit, shit!" This wasn't exactly how he'd planned the night going.
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Post by robbie on Aug 15, 2012 10:42:39 GMT -5
Gale wasn't ever the kind of guy to sleep around, or fuck random girls, but when he was drunk it was a total different story. He discovered that quite easily. So at Josh's question, he drunkenly shook his head. "No man, but I'm going to. I assure you, before I graduate." He said, waving a finger in the direction of his friend. When he was drunk he did turn into kind of a horny man whore. It was almost like he was a total different person. "She's fucking hot." He said again, before biting at his lip. Yeah, Summer was hot. In all senses of the word. But he had now set a goal for himself to get with this girl - and all be damned if he didn't. Although, Sober Gale might rethink that.
Gale playfully pouted at Josh,. "How could you drown something this cute, though? That's like drowning a kitten, Josh." Although his words where heavily slurred, they still made sense to him. His face got a little bit more serious then. "Would you drown a kitten, Josh?" He raised an eyebrow. He knew Josh wouldn't drown a kitten. But hey, when you where drunk, things happened. Words came out. Shit went down that you wouldn't remember in the morning, nor would you care. And he was a bit too far gone at this point to probably make any sense at all, so he was okay with it. Not that he would remember any of this in the morning anyways.
After he got up from his fetal position, the whole fight between Josh and this other guy seemed to be a small blur. Despite his being willing to fight a minute ago, he was too drunk to make being able to land a punch on just about anybody. "Peace, brothers!" He said loudly, putting his hands in the eat and ungracefully stumbling towards them. That only lasted a minute though, and before he knew it Josh and the guy where on the ground fighting. Had he been sober, he would have jumped in and tried to help, but he was more the sidelines kind of guy. "Why can't we all just get along!" He practically squeeled, throwing his hands into the air again. Bipolar Gale is bipolar when drunk.
And then, he too heard the sirens. The flashing lights where practically blinding. " Oh fuck." He said, making after Josh to climb the fence. The police where on the other side of the fence though, so it probably wasn't going to do them a whole lot of good. "I'm running! I'm running!" Which was more of a drunken sideways shuffle, but he made it to the fence, and climbed it actually quite accurately, but he did fall off on the other side. Just his luck, too, managed to land on his arm - snapping it. "Shiiiiiit." He said, clutching his arm, before managing to stand up, biting hard at his lip. Luckily the alcohol was actually dulling the pain, or he probably wouldn't even have been able to stand up. Just then - a cop ran over - a rather large cop - and threw him up against the fence. "Hey man! Be easy! I'm fragile!" He practically hissed, but the cop didn't even care about it.
He saw that Gale's arm was broken - but wasn't paying much attention. "How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?" The police officer asked, while shining a small light in his eyes, and Gale squinted and tried to turn away, but the man followed him with that light. "Bliiiiiinded by the liiiiight!" He started to sing, and the frustrated cop took the light away, and continued to look in Gale's dilated pupils. He was obviously frustrated. "You didn't answer my question. Do I need to administer sobriety tests on you? I hardly think that is nessicary..." Gale shook his head, and blinked a few times, seeing spots still. "I swear to drunk, occifer, that I'm not God." He smiled politely at the police officer, before looking around for Josh.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 16, 2012 5:38:42 GMT -5
Joshua raised an eyebrow, then shrugged it off. He remembered a long-ago conversation in the library with Gale and understood that it should have been significant to this moment right here but a second later he'd already forgotten it again. His attention span had wavered and then snap, it was onto the next thought. It was different than sobriety, where he was able to concentrate wholly and completely on the things he thought were important. "Good luck, man, try not to get sunburnt." He snickered. It wasn't that funny but he thought it was hilarious. Poor Summer, she would be completely ignorant to the fact that two totally wasted guys had a conversation about her and maybe Gale would be mortified at himself in the morning. If he remembered.
The Fire graduate made to mime sticking his fingers down his throat as one would when play-gagging to feign disgust. Unfortunately his perception wasn't at its strongest and so he accidentally went a bit too far—next thing he knew his stomach was heaving and he was hunched over with his hands on his shins as the world pitched around him. He swayed but did not fall over. Woah. He blinked a few times, spat, and then turned to Gale with a scowl. "I'd drown a pussy and you definitely have the smell of wimp about you," he shot back. He said it with a grin, though, as if he'd forgotten that the original comment had been serious. He sniffed the air for dramatics, which only made him more dizzy when he took in a bit too much air.
Intent on the fight, Josh did not notice Gale stumbling and shouting like a (drunk) hippie toward them. All he cared about was the fact that, wow, this guy was kind of sort of huge. Maybe he shouldn't have gone picking a fi—nah, nah, his pride wouldn't allow him to think he was in the wrong about it. He did hear Gale's second comment and started to hum the tune of, 'Why Can't We Be Friends?' without even realising how or why he was doing it. It was terribly off-key, as off-key as a hum could manage being, but that was all right. He knew what he meant. And in the next second he was running because green means go, what the fuck does blue mean? And red meant stop but the blue and red lights sure as hell weren't stopping him. The fence managed to be a pretty imposing obstacle, though.
Feeling his hands slipping, Joshua's fingers scrabbled desperately against the wood as he tried to dig his nails in like a cat to get a good hold. Not surprisingly, this failed to work and he found himself flat on his back and staring up at a cop with squinting eyes due to a flashlight shining straight in his face. "Dude, that's fucking bright," he grumbled, the words slow and a little slurred. His back hurt, ugh. "Turn that shit off." He brought his arm up to shield his eyes but a moment later that same arm's wrist was grabbed and he was hauled to his feet. "Get the fuck off!" he snarled testily, lashing out. He missed and was pressed against the same fence he'd tried to climb, handcuffs around his wrists. "This is not okay," he let the officer know in an almost casual tone. He received no response and huffed. Strong silent type, then, okay.
He could hear Gale singing on the other side of the fence and he laughed, though their situation had arguably stopped being funny the moment the cops were called. Oh, alcohol. He didn't put up much of a fight as he was half-led and half-shoved out of the man's yard. At least I didn't have to climb the stupid fence. "I think we're going to jail, Gale," he told him steadily, then snorted because that rhymed. Rhymes were amusing. "Dude, where's my car?" It was parked right where he'd left it, actually, but they were on the other side of the fence now and he'd neglected to realise that.
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Post by robbie on Aug 20, 2012 12:16:36 GMT -5
Gale hadn't ever had a run in with the cops before. So this was a lot of firsts for him, tonight. This was his first time getting totally wasted to the point where he felt like he was going to puke, and his first time with a run in with the cops. Also a first time breaking his arm, and being out way past curfew without telling his mom. He had always been a respectful child, and told his mom everything. However, he didn't even know where his cell phone was at this moment in time, nor did he care. It was probably in Josh's car - which at the time seemed eons away. The cop shoved him back up against the fence before hand cuffing his arms, to which he squinted in pain. His arm wasn't as badly broken as he thought it was - and maybe the cop didn't even realize it, but it was certainly broken. "What the hell man! That fucking hurts! Don't you know what gentle means!"
He nearly snarled as the man turned him around. Gale caught a glympse of a ring on the mans hand, and decided to continue his rude taunts. "I bet not. Your wife probably hates it. You should learn what gentle means." He said, before the man jerked his arm, and Gale bit hard at his lip. "FUCK man! Really!" He nearly hissed. "Josh! Josh!" He said, almost panicking as he appeared from the other side of the fence. "I can't go to jail, I have - DAMN!" He said, as the man shoved him closer to the police car. "My arm. It's broked I think." Who cared about grammar when you where drunk?
"Caaar!" He nearly sang out, as he was shoved roughly into the police car, with Josh not far behind. "Caaaught in a bad romance!" He started singing, loudly, and obnoxiously, as they started to drive away. "And to think I ever loved you! I thought we had something going, Occifer... Jones. I'm going to call you Jones. Does what we had not matter!" He put his head back against the seat, mock sniffling before looking at Josh. His arm really was hurting. A lot. "So man." Yeah, now he felt like some kind of secret agent. "What's our escape plan? Tuck and roll?"
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 22, 2012 7:08:50 GMT -5
Joshua didn't realise that Gale's arm was broken, he hadn't heard the sickening snap when his friend had fallen over the other side of the fence. Instead he'd been preoccupied with climbing and falling and flashlights that were way too bright to be acceptable in polite society. He was glad when he and his friend were 'reunited', though he was too dazed from being winded to think about singing. Of course, when the officer jerked on Gale's arm, Joshua scowled and tried to wrench free of his own captor's grip. "Hey!" he snarled. "Don't fucking touch him!" He was very protective of his friends and he could get pretty violent sober, it was only amplified when he was drunk. He struggled with the officer half-leading and half-dragging him to the car for a moment longer before he realised that it was helpless and gave up, spitting in frustration. It was reddish and he realised vaguely that he must have cut his lip when the man clocked him across the jaw. He would have touched his hand to his face to check if there was a lot of blood coating his chin (there was, though he couldn't tell) but his hands were still cuffed and so he only made a noise of disgust and frustration in his throat.
He snapped his head toward Gale when the Water elemental called his name. "What?" he grumbled irritably, still miffed about the blood and the fact that he didn't have use of his hands at present. He narrowed his eyes. "Your arm?" It was like trying to grasp things through a haze but he was not stupid and he figured it out soon enough, it just took longer than usual because of his muddled thoughts and emotions. "Fuck, man, that's... fuck, that's not good. You need to go to a doctor, bro, that's really not good." They would take Gale to the hospital first, wouldn't they? Yeah. Yeah, that was what always happened. His eyes widened. That meant they were going to separate them. But still, Gale's health...
His train of thought was briefly interrupted when he was practically forced into the police car, hitting his head off the roof for a moment but barely noticing the pain of it. He huffed in irritation and glared at the wire mesh that separated the back of the car from the front seats. Like we'd climb over and attack them, he thought with sarcastic venom. He wasn't considering that they wouldn't be the only passengers ever in this cop car, nor the fact that murders and psychopaths were often arrested by the police. He gazed with bleary-eyed disbelief at Gale when an escape plan was mentioned. "No," he said, then repeated the word five or six times as if he couldn't emphasise its meaning enough. "No, Gale, you don't get it. You're hurt." He nodded at his friend's arm, cuffed behind his back. "You need to tell them so that they take you to the hospital and get that fixed. You seriously think we can run? Nah, man, no way." He hadn't been quite as intoxicated as Gale so he understood at least that it wouldn't be a good idea to try and escape. Hell, they probably couldn't even get the doors of the cop car opened.
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