Ritchie Tozer (![]() ![]() @ 2021-02-09 07:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | richie tozier, ~ritchie tozer |
Who? Ritchie & Open
Where? Diner
When? This morning
What? A new arrival
Open Yes
Rating? tw: AIDS
He'd missed something.
It was like a whole chunk of the evening was missing.
He remembered making it to the protest, he remembered finding Jill, he remembered jumping right on that pig's back to get him off her, and he remembered subsequently being dragged into the back of a police van. Or, he remembered being dragged towards the van. But he didn't remember getting into it, he didn't remember a police station, or a cell.
In short, he didn't know how he'd gone from arrested to sitting in a diner seemingly the next morning. He assumed he must've been truncheoned to the head harder that he remembered, and all would become clear in time. His friends, or his lawyer, or whoever would walk through that door any second.
But his face was still bleeding. Had they left him bleeding all night? Well. Probably.
Ritchie walked a little shakily towards what seemed to be a self-service coffee station. With one hand, he bunched up a load of napkins and held them to his bleeding nose, and with the other he poured himself a cup of coffee.