Reeve (roguish_vice) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2010-02-24 01:15:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
Entry tags: | michael collins, shannon reeve |
Who: Michael Collins and Shannon Reeve
What: Drunken phone call
When: Thursday night
"Reeve."
"REEVE! ITS MIKE, shit, okay, sorry, yelling can;t be good for the ears and shit. Shit. Where'd my drink go. Hey, what time is it there? Is it late? Early? We haven't talked since uh, what your partner like, fucking disappeared on you man. Yeah. That happens a lot, doesn't it, right? I mean, a lot before, I dunno, maybe you eat them or something."
"Holy hell, do you not have Verizon? I can hear you just fine. Yeah. I eat them. Because I'm Edward fucking Cullen or whatever and I just don't have the strength to resist. What are you? Drunk?"
"Yeah I might be drunk. Really drunk. Really really really drunk. I mean, there's so much drunk in me that I don't think there's anymore room left in me for more drunk. Fuck, I mean, that's a lot of drunk, if you get what I'm saying? Is that kind of like being pregnant, there's just too much baby inside of you that there's no more you? Shit, man, I CANNOT go see Avery this way, she gets this little annoyed look when she knows I'm totally plastered and shit and hey what are you doing awake right now?"
"It's called the graveyard shift, and you ever could hold your liquor, could you?
"Yes. No. Wait, I can, its just maybe not this much I guess? Its just really easy when there's booze everywhere and oh yeah the graveyard shift hey I don't know what I'm going to do about work I mean I know I have a lot of leave time and all but this won't work out you know? I can't be here and not be on the job when I'm supposed to be on the job and I'm on the job most of the time and I guess I gotta call the captain but fuck they might transfer me and I don't want to be transferred and I know Rorschach sure as hell doesn't want to be transferred but then he's getting a lot of things that he didn't want right now so fuck him too."
"Slow the hell down, would you? Can't be where and on the job? Are you in some kind of trouble? Because..." -groans- "I'm not exactly Mr. Nice Guy to come asking for favors even if I could bail you out of just about anything. What's your deal?"
"I'm not in jail or anything, man, I'm just in a different country right now and so I'm a little drunk and I don't even know why I have your number still no wait I do because once a cop always a cop and I'm still a cop and you're still a cop and what the fuck did happen to your partner this time!?"
"Well, fine, lover boy. If you're not telling, I won't ask. Enjoy your honeymoon and good luck." -muffled laughter- "I had to do some sleuthing to get anything more than 'he resigned,' but it looks like I was right. He took off after some dame from one of his earlier cases, before he got stuck with me. I guess it was true love. The fuck I care."
"Nothing is my deal, I guess, I don't know. I haven't been drunk like this in a looooooong time! I dunno. Just this whole having a baby and I bought her a ring and I already know she's going to say no and Rorschach knows she's going to say no and Rorschach is seriously a problem at this point you know? He hates this. I think he hates her sometimes, but I don't think so, I don't know. I should call work and see if they're transferring me. Fuck I don't want to be transferred, maybe I'll ask to be transferred to your place. Be like old times that weren't so great but yeah that could work right?"
"Rorschach is in denial. But what do I know? Thing will never be like they were before I got shot, but at least now you know why they changed. You just better look out for that kid of yours or I will personally hand you your balls, you know that, right? You're so drunk, you probably won't even remember."
"Rorschach is in denial. I don't think he'll ever come out of denial. Good thing he DIED at the end of th-- OW YOU MOTHERFUCKER I GET IT THAT'S A SORE SUBJECT FUCK. I'm gonna look out for this kid. I mean, fuck, its my own kid. Never thought I'd see that one coming. Fuck. I'm gonna be a terrible dad. Right? Fuck."
"I hold the record for terrible dad--just as my ex wife. Look. Fatherhood isn't exactly something you can plan for. Well, I mean, you can, but even if it's no a surprise, I think everyone has to figure out the details as you go along. My advice to you? Find someone else besides me to give you advice!"
"Yeah. You're a terrible advice giver, fuck."
-laughs- "Absence must really make the heart grow fonder, or you never would have forgotten that about me..."