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Dominic Cobb (theextractor) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-18 19:12:00

Entry tags:

dominic cobb, eames

Who: Dominic Cobb, Eames
When: tonight
Where: a pub close to building A
What: Drinking and whining. ;)
Rating: TBD

"If it's Mal, really Mal, then... who did I watch fall to her death? Whose body did I bury?" Dominic Cobb leaned on the bar heavily. His shoulders hunched and curled in on himself as he spun the shot glass around on the counter with his hand in one-hundred-eighty degrees measures. In his head, he counted the number of times he'd done this. On this particular shot (his fourth), he had done it nine times and he hadn't even drunk it yet.

He had desperately tried to forget the events of that anniversary for so long that, now, as he tried to drudge up the memory in his awakened state, it was broken bits and pieces. Tiny details, and none of the important stuff. Like Mal's face or what she said, all those things that killed his life before she took it from him.

His neck curved so that he look Eames square in the face, puckering his mouth and furrowing his brow. "Who was I accused of murdering?"

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dream_bigger
2010-08-19 07:10 am UTC (link)

"I don't know, Cobb," he replied, finally looking away from the spinning shot glass. Cobb was looking Serious once more (capital letter very much intended) so he figured he should pay almost-complete attention to the other man. He was in dire need of a new drink or three, after all, and it would never do to let the barstaff just wander past when there was a job to be done, so he had to keep aware of their movements as well.

"I don't know, but... But, but, if it is Mal, then... You're not guilty of anything. Right? I'm right, I know," he said, then looked just as serious as Cobb for a moment. "If it isn't her, then... What's she after? How's she convinced Arthur so completely that he's. Well. You know." He finished his drink, and looked completely miserable for a second before catching himself. The bartender walked past them at that point so he distracted himself from his miserable thoughts by flirting with her and tipping her almost half the cost of his order again. Somehow, after that, his drinks all seemed to be far stronger than they should have been, and if Cobb's shots appeared to be doubles, well. That couldn't be helped.

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theextractor
2010-08-19 07:44 am UTC (link)

"'Well. You know.' What? Seems to have an infatuation with my wife?" Dominic jerked the glass off the counter, tilted his head back, and gulped the shot down in one, well, jerky movement. His head was beginning to feel a little foggy, and automatically, he reached inside his pocket to ensure that his totem was still there. If it got much worse, he might have to give it a spin. He found himself testing it more and more these days. He almost wished he was a smoker, for something else to do with his hands.

Instead, he pressed his pointer to his temple. There was a manic look in his eyes. "I spent so long thinking that it was my inception that made her jump. Did she fake her death? Jesus Christ, if she just wanted away from me and the kids, I would have given her a divorce."

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dream_bigger
2010-08-20 11:56 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, that," Eames replied, stirring his drink with the olive-on-a-stick as he spoke quietly. Wasn't that strange? He and Arthur had never really told people they were together (in any sense of the word), and that had been more than fine. Yet now that they'd broken up, he'd told Ariadne and acted like a lovesick fool in front of Cobb any time Arthur's name was mentioned; if Cobb hadn't been so wrapped up in his wife's so-very-obvious betrayal, he'd have tripped over the obvious signs long ago.

"I don't know, Cobb," he repeated, more than grateful that he could control his reactions as well as he could. Sighing and eye-rolling as the other man kept going over the same things was bound to get the wrong reaction, so he looked sympathetic and nodded in all the right places. "I mean, that's one possibility, sure, but she might just be... well. Sick. In the head. So it might not be her fault, Dom."

Devil's advocate, and all that. He lifted the olive out and ate it, then downed his drink in one.

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