Saturday May 23rd 2009
Who: Garret and Finn [and a teeny bit Lily] What: Kidnapping-ish Where: Finn's apartment, then a Mexican restaurant When: Around 1 in the morning Rating: PG
Rorie and Mal had a date tonight. Garret wasn't jealous. Not too much. He knew that he didn't mind them being together like that, and in fact he liked it. He liked that the two of them had their own relationship, but there would never be a moment that he wasn't just a little jealous that they did things without him. So instead of stewing in that, and just going home and being jealous, he decided to bother Finn. It was one in the morning, Garret's shift had ended but he was too wired to go to bed. So off to kidnap the older O'Bannon.
Slipping into the man's apartment, Garret made his way to the bedroom, stopping a moment when he saw Finn and his lady friend curled up together. They were both dressed, so at least e wasn't interrupting. "Sorry, Lily," he said quietly, shaking her shoulder gently until her eyes fluttered open. "I'm stealing Finn," he explained to the bewildered girl, who mumbled a little, nodded, and rolled over with the covers. Going round to Finn's side, Garret looked him over a moment, then scooped an arm beneath the man's body and hoisted him up, carrying him like a sleeping bride toward the living room. "Wake up weirdo," he said loudly, once they'd left the bedroom. "We've got a date."
Finn was wiped. The days seemed to run together and instead of working normal hours, he kept working as often as he could, giving up his weekends even. Things just didn't look like they were going to work out any more. He let Lily stay, but he also kept his distance and didn't see her that often because of work anymore. He usually got up, showered, dressed, ate, then left and not coming home till nearly midnight sometimes. The night that garret decided to comm'a knockin' was one of those nights.
He was dead asleep even after Garret picked him up and carried him to the living room. It took a moment before he actually became concious enough to realize that he wasn't in bed anymore. "M'wha?"
--- "Hey baby," Garret told him simply, setting Finn onto the couch to look around for his shoes. "We're going out. Your brother is out on a date with Mal, so I don't wanna accidentally walk in on them doing anything. Or... hear something from next door." Shaking his head, he spotted a pair of sneakers, then handed them to Finn. "So I'm taking you out for coffee and pie. Or cheesecake. Or whatever you want."
--- "M'Okay," Finn mumbled as he sat on the couch, looking confused for a moment before slowly putting his feet into his sneakers and then staring at them as if willing them to tie themselves. That wasn't working, so he just shoved the laces into the shoe and moved on. "I like tacos," he said as he mumbled to himself, rubbing his face as if that would wake him up more.
--- Poor Finnykins. He looked so sleepy. Garret chuckled a little, knowing he ought to let the poor guy go back to sleep... but this was what friendship was all about. Grabbing Finn by the wrists, Garret pulled him upright, then grabbed a good handful of Finn's ass and gave it a good, solid grope, pressing a kiss on those pouty, sleepy lips. "Tacos are an option," he grinned, heading to the front door and waiting for Finn to follow.
--- Grunting slightly as he was hoisted up to his feet, Finn didn't even mind the groping and kissing. "Let's go get tacos then," he yawned, shuffling behind Garret. The fastest he was going to go tonight was that of a drugged turtle. At least that was what he felt like. He also skipped dinner and went straight to bed, so it was probably a good idea that he was getting food.
--- Garret let Finn shuffle along until they got to the car, keeping quiet for him until they were buckled up and the engine was on. "I'm not jealous," he said out of nowhere, pealing out of the parking lot. "I know it seems like it, but I'm not. I'm just... I dunno. I hate the idea of being left behind. And they're having fun and that's great. I won't ruin that for them. But I can't go to bed yet, so that's why we're here. And why you will never sleep again."
--- "Okay," Finn yawned as he got in the car and buckled up, tilting the seat back a bit as he closed his eyes and started snoring after a few seconds of them being on the road to a diner or taco stand or something with food.
--- When there wasn't an answer from Finn, at least nothing intelligible, Garret glanced over at Finn. He was asleep. Sighing a little, he shook his head. Maybe he would let Finn sleep. Maybe he'd just talk to himself and drive around for a bit and then bring them both home. "Yeah," he said, sighing again. "So anyway. You just keep sleeping and I'm gonna just talk at you. Can you handle that, sleepy Finn?" A pause, then "I knew you'd agree with me. Sleepy Finn is very agreeable."
--- A snore was Garret's only reply at this point. Finn was exhausted. Little sleep the night before and now he was driving around with Garret, it was going to interesting. A few minutes later though, he turned his eyed and opened his eyes, blinking hard a bit. Sucking in a deep breath, he sighed as he looked away and slowly inclined his seat. "How'd I get in the car?" He asked, suddenly half awake instead of none.
--- For at least five minutes, Garret talked to Sleepy Finn, who was lousy conversation but a very good listener. They didn't talk about much, Garret mainly babbled about the cars they passed and the boring night at work, but ir was a good distraction from Rorie and Mal on a date.
When Finn sat up though, startled, Garret just patted his leg and squeezed gently. "Shh," he said quietly. "I kidnapped you. We're going for a drive. Go back to sleep, okay honey?"
--- "S'what?" He asked confused as he yawned and rubbed his face. "I was wondering. I thought I had a dream about you taking me to tacos and then we had to chase the taco truck down. . ." It was weird, but he was waking up more as he sat up and actually felt like his brain was functioning.
--- "Tacos? What are you talking about?" Garret said seriously, furrowing his brow. "Finn... do you know where we just came from?" He glanced sideways, letting his expression go stony, his blue eyes narrowed and severe.
--- Finn looked at him confused, his jaw slack as he blinked hard a moment. "No. . ." What was going on? He was used to Garret doing weird things, him waking up randomly in a car with him among them, but he still was confused as hell about how that happened.
--- Darting his eyes between the road and Finn, Garret gripped at the wheel tightly. "Shit," he hissed to himself, biting his bottom lip before sighing heavily. "Fuck. They're dead, Finn. All of them. We gotta get out of here."
--- "Huh?" Finn grunted, staring at Garret as his tired brain tried to keep up and figure out what he was talking about. "Who's dead?" He asked slowly as he tried to think of anything other than just passing out after he came home.
--- "All of them!" Stopping for a breath, Garret continued, more calmly. "The job went bad. I thought we could do it but... we triggered the alarm. The guards came... and what were we supposed to do? Lily, she... it was... fuck it was bad, Finn... so bad..." Running his hand through his hair, he laughed, a little crazily. "She didn't make it. None of them did. None of them but us."
--- "I'm dreaming right now, aren't I?" Finn asked. None of this made sense. He felt find other than being tired and sluggish. So, what was Garret talking about? "What job? Are. . . Are you trying to confuse me?" He asked, squinting a bit at Garret as he turned in his seat to lay on his side and face Garret.
--- Garret managed to to keep a straight face for about half a minute before breaking out into a bright, boyish grin. "Yeah a little," he admitted, chuckling. "I was hoping you'd start tweaking out thinking you'd killed someone in a robbery gone wrong. Start wiping blood off your hands or something."
--- "I'm tired," he yawned. "Sorry I didn't freak out like you wanted me to. At least you confused the hell outta me. You got that much." It was a small offer, but he was able to give it though. "So. . . Can we get tacos or something?" He asked. "I didn't eat dinner and I'm starving."
--- "It's okay," Garret said with a shrug. "The confusion is good enough for me." He was pretty glad that Finn was waking up more. It had been okay talking to Sleepy Finn, but talking to actual Finn was better. "I'll feed you tacos until you pop. I'm taking you to this mexican place, it has the best tequila ever in the entire world. And their tacos are pretty good too. Of course, usually I eat them after I've had a few margharitas, and most things taste good then, but.. we'll let's find out together."
--- "Good. Tacos are awesome really. Best random food ever," Finn purred as he rubbed his belly. "It's been a long month," he said as they drove along. "I hated being a lycan. Everything was heigthened and the full moon sucked. I'm happy to be me again, which is saying something since I currently hate being me as well. Try that oxymoron on for size."
--- "Oxymorons don't fit on me," Garret smirked. "Never have. Or wait, maybe it's common sense that doesn't fit? Well either way. I'm glad I wasn't a lycan. Though I'm a tiny bit miffed that I got stuck as a human and didn't get to be anything different or cool." Pouting a little, he clicked on his blinker, turning into the parking lot of the restaurant.
--- "Well, you didn't miss out on much. I'm sure Rorie was a handful with his constant need to feast upon your blood," Finn chuckled as he waited for the car to be parked before getting out and mosying on inside with Garret. He wouldn't drink, but he'd stuff his face full of taco chips and salsa before diving into some awesome burritos.