|Liam Flynn (me_lucky_charms) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-07-18 04:09:00
|Entry tags:||liam flynn, tully kavanagh|
Who: Tully and Liam, Leprechaun Associates.
What: Tully dropping in on a dear, dear friend. (Originally posted by Tully)
When: Wednesday night
Where: Liam's front door
Tully walked up to Liam's front door and pounded on it firmly. Then he stepped back, fixed a wide smile on his face, and waited.
It had been a bit of a walk, but he'd made it. Getting his ancient carpet bag full of jars of coins about was heavy, but as his only other luggage was a backpack stuffed with whatever clothes had seemed expedient at the time (a couple of teeshirts, pyjama pants, a raincoat and three socks) it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He regretted having to shoot a hole through his front windshield, but there had to be some sort of damage to the car and just pushing the thing into Lake Michigan probably wouldn't cut it. Better too much than not enough, that was his motto. Too bad he hadn't thought to set fire to it too.
He'd made it, though. He'd hitchhiked to New York to call upon the only person he knew who would put up with him- err, put him up for a night or two. Just until he found his feet. And a new local pub.
He pounded on the door again, the smile slipping slightly with impatience.
Liam was in the middle of an epic game of Fatal Frame 3 when there was a knock on the door. And then another one. He paused the game and looked confusedly at it. Will and Alastair always just came in, and Saint Patrick always called before he came over. Who the hell was at his door?
Liam jumped up and he ran to the door, tripping slightly, but managing to make it. He pulled it open, stared at Tully for a moment, and then he frowned and slammed it again. "Fuck off!" he yelled through the door. Then he ran to the kitchen window, threw it open, and leaned out. "What are you doing here?!"
"Jaysus fucking Christ, Liam!" Tully yelled back, stamping his foot with annoyance. "I can here to tell ye someting important ye tit! Aren't ye gonna let a fella in?" He thunked his bag down onto the front step. the coins chinging against the glass jars inside.
"No!" Liam yelled, though he would eventually. "You're a cunt!" He slammed the window shut for effect and then opened it again. "Are you still here!?" Of course he was. He hadn't waited more than a few seconds. "Will you give me all those coins I can hear?!"
"No I bloody well won't!" Tully replied. He turned his back on the window. He did get one jar out of the bag though (the smallest one, of course) and examined it like he had forgotten Liam was watching. "Maybe- I'll give you a handful," he added, looking back over his shoulder and gesturing generously.
Liam groaned and he slammed the window, returning to his door. He pulled it open again and crossed his arms. "Come in, but you don't get to sleep in my bed because you smell."
"Fine, like I'd sleep in your shitty bed anyway." Tully pushed his way in and made his way to the lounge, where he dumped his bags on the floor. "What a shithole. You've really let yourself go," he said, looking around. It was a massive step up from his old flat, but he wasn't likely to say that.
"It is not!" Liam yelled, though his flat wasn't the flashest. The walls were literally covered with knick knacks he had stolen so much that it looked like a geriatrics' gift shop. "Just go sit on the sofa and tell me what the hell is going on," Liam hissed.
Tully shrugged and sat down right in the middle of the sofa, and spread his arms out along the back of it to take up all the room.
"I just came to say that- I forgive you." He nodded, like it was a very big thing he was doing to say that.
Liam raised his eyebrows and he frowned and he jumped up and down. "Forgive ME! You're the one who should be begging me for forgiveness!" Not that he could actually who had done it or even what their fight was about.
"Fuck off! I left because you- Because yer a shit and a double-crosser!" Tully leaped to his feet and jabbed his finger at Liam, going a bit red in the face. He couldn't remember the fight precisely either, but dammit, it wasn't his fault! He was sure enough on that point! "But cos I'm the generous sort, I'll gi'ye this button if yeh let me stay. Cos I fergive yeh." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a coat button that was plastic with gold glitter embedded in it, so it sparkled in the light. "And there's more where that came from if yeh shut yer fuckin mouth about all this fergiveness shit."
Liam was like a magpie with shiny things. His eyes narrowed in on it and he followed it around. Then he grabbed it and nodded. "Forgiveness shmorgiveness! If you're hungry, there's stuff in the fridge. Why are you here anyway?"
Tully shrugged expansively. His head was already in the fridge, looking for things to pilfer. "Chicago's bullshit. The people are stingy and the beer is weak." He grabbed the cheese and went to find some bread for a thick cheese sandwich.
Liam watched him carefully, his eyebrows raised. "Did you get caught stealing?!" he asked. Liam never got caught. Or so he chose to tell people.
"NO! Shut yeh face!!" Tully exclaimed crossly. "I didn't get caught! I got suspected. Me! Suspected of stealing! This face of an angel! Anyway, I won a couple of bets and they thought I was cheating. And I told someone else that they were getting cheated by the first guys, who fuckin found out I told them, even though it were true. So I faked my own death and here I am!" He waved a piece of bread at Liam. "Ta daah!"
Liam wasn't surprised, but he supposed that he was expected to act outraged for Tully. "Those...jerkfaces! Well fine. What are you going to do here, Tully?"
"I dunno," Tully said with a shrug around a mouthful of sandwich. "Whatever. I could get another cab, there are a lot of those around. Or I could, ah..." he glanced around, "start a shop! Yeah! You've managed it, should be a piece of piss if a thicko like you can do it."
"It is not a piece of piss!" Liam said, moodily. "It is involved and hard and you have to pay attention! You're too stupid. You'll fail. Hell, I'll even loan you the money because I can't wait to watch you fail!"
"Pay attention to what? You put shit on the shelf and then people buy it. What else is to it? Yer on! If you win, you can have my biggest jar of coins, and if I win, I don't have to pay you back." Tully folded his arms smugly.
"Deal!" Liam said, feeling oddly confident. Because he always did. "You're on because you're going to lose!"
"I think you mean you are!" Tully spat in his palm and held his hand out to Liam to shake.
Liam spit on his palm as well and then he shook hands with his fellow kinsman, nodding his head as he did it. "This will be great!"
"I will laugh in your git face." Tully shook firmly with a smile. "Not where's yer bed? I'm shagged."
"I have a guest room!" Liam yelled, pointing Tully in the direction of the room Will had stayed in for months while he was fighting with Alastair. Not that he remembered why that had happened.
"Okay! I heard you! You sure haven't got any fucking quieter in the last wee while!" Tully yelled back. He scooped his bags up again and went where he was pointed. It wasn't much, but it'd do.
"So is yer local any good?" he asked, coming back out with the rest of his sandwich and a toothbrush.
Liam was excited and when he was excited he yelled. He was much quieter when he said, "the local is quite nice actually," and then he stuck his tongue out at Tully.