dallas martinez § will scarlett (whatisyourcrime) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2010-04-24 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | dallas harper, rick martinez |
Phonecall
Who: Rick and Dallas.
When: During this.
-ring ring drunken girlfriend ring-
-distracted- "Hey babe."
"Ricky." -stifled giggle- "I may...need you."
-amused sigh- "You always need me. What'd you do this time?"
-sounds of Betty shouting in the background- "Betty's tryin' to get us arrested."
"Trying?"
"She maaaay have told a cop on a bike that he needed t' 'get a fuckin' car'. Now they're arguing."
"Hang on. Ro.... er, Betty picked a fight with a bike cop?"
-more shouting, and Dallas's sad attempt at not laughing- "Yep. They're still goin' at it, but it's just a matter a time 'fore he calls in for backup."
-laughing- "Yeah, you think? Where the fuck are you?"
"Outside the Tequila Club, Downtown. I'd say we'd wait inside, but they told us never t' come back."
"Shocking, really. How did you get thrown out of... no, I probably don't want to know..."
"Hey, we weren't breakin' no laws. Unless it's against the law to dance to bad country music. On a table. Don't they know people used to pay good money to see me do that?"
"No, but I'm sure you told them."
"Betcher ass I did!" -pauses- "Oh shit, he looks pissed. You better hurry up, baby. Less you wanna be bailin' the both of us out."
"Yeah, yeah. Tell Betty to stop shouting at the coplet. I'll come rescue you. Honestly, what would you do with out me?"
-aside: 'BETTY. DETECTIVE MARTINEZ SAYS STOP SHOUTING.' and a short pause 'THAT'S RIGHT ASSHOLE, I SAID DETECTIVE. PEDDLE ON, WE'VE GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL.'- "Dunno, sugar. Nothin' good, that's for damn sure."
-aside: 'Oh for fucks sake...'- "On my way. Stay out of jail 'til I get there, sweetness."
"I'll try, but no promises!" -aside: 'What the fuck are ya'll starin' at? Keep walkin'.'-
-click-