WHO: Seifer and Zell WHEN: Friday, early evening, week 4 WHERE: Back at Casa del Dincht WHAT: Home again, home again. Jiggity jig. RATING: TBA STATUS: Closed, in-progress The patrol car rolled to a stop slowly in the drive way and Seifer found himself staring out at the moderate house once more. It still looked much the same in the twilight as it had when he'd left in the morning a couple of weeks ago. "Geeze, you'd think he'd at least bother to change the curtains or something." Seifer said in an off-hand comment to the two cops that had offered to drop him off along their route.
The night in the drunk taken, reclaiming his title as King of Cell #2, had been more like a trip home as all the usuals had been there and Seifer had had a chance to catch up with a lot of them. He hadn't even been half as drunk as he usually was by the time they hauled his ass in, but the bar fight had been a lot rowdier than usual and the cops turned up faster than expect. Beckett had not been pleased to find him there either after the talk they'd had a week prior, and his ear still rung a little for the chew out she'd given him.
She had been even less impressed when there had been no answer after the station had insisted on attempting contact to have him picked up that afternoon; not that the blond ass had minded that turn out at all, he'd have stayed another day or two but protocol something, something, something...He'd tuned out the rest of it really once it had become kind of obvious that they were going to force him back whether anyone wanted that to happen or not. He sure didn't, nor did it seem like Kate or any of the guys had wanted that, and he even suspected that the were-cheetah himself would welcome his return from the great wide wherever.
He cracked a few more jokes with the two officers in the car before one of them opened the back door and he had to get out and at least go up to the front door before they would drive off; Seifer gave them a wave before he lit up a smoke once more and stood out on the front porch for a bit as he debated his options one more time. That and he wanted to give the cap car a lot of distance just in case things went south at super speed.
There had been some pretty good points made to him over the last couple of weeks but there were also some good reminder about what he missed as well. "Wiggle room.." He reminded himself as he rubbed at the tender spot on his unshaven jaw. It was a nice dark purple that complemented the split lip and shiner he sported along with the various other scraps and bruises to his fists and randomly along his body. Sure some of them ached a bit but it had still been an enjoyable night of drinking and mayhem. Though the pool cue across the back had done a damn fine job of reminding him to not turn his back to a pool table in a bar fight.
With one more deep inhale of smoke, he dropped the finished cigarette to the ground and stepped it out before he hand a hand through his hair once more and exhaled out the stream of smoke as he looked to the front door. "Guess it's time to get this fucking over with.." He commented to himself as he walked over to it and reached for the door knob to let himself in if it wasn't locked...