Garrett Sullivan [Rescue Me] (sullysseenitall) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-06-10 01:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | elliot stabler, sully |
Who Sully and Stabler
What Drinks and talking
Where The Salty Dog in Brooklyn, then Sully's apartment
When Monday night
Rating NC-17
Sully had ended up in Brooklyn of all places, though he fell asleep in his apartment in Queens. He found himself in a new set of sheets on a new bed in a new place and he was a little confused. Was this some sort of weird Ladder 62 thing? Would they go so far to freak him out as to drug him (he had been drinking the night before, if only because of what happened the night prior) and put him in someone else's place? However, he found his name on some bills on the counter, and that was when he pulled out his blackberry and tried to work out what was going on. This was too weird.
Thankfully, Elliot Stabler came to his rescue, a cop, and Sully had to smile over that. Cops and Firefighters could work together, if they tried, and that proved it. He was so grateful for the help the guy gave, he offered drinks. That and Elliot sounded low, and Sully hated to hear that, even if he barely knew a person. And he wanted to fix it. Make it better. And he needed to make new friends here anyway.
He checked his closet to see if there were clothes, and he not only found street clothes, but also some things more along his comfort wear range, and smiled widely-hey, he still liked to dress up like a chick, even if he was caught by the guys doing it. Not like he was scared straight by one fire. So, he took a quick shower, pulled on a comfy red pair of panties and jeans with an FDNY t-shirt and sweater and headed out. The sweater was for the freak weather they were having, as Sully figured it never hurt to be prepared.
Getting in to The Salty Dog, a bar he knew because firefighters frequented, he moved to sit at the bar, glancing around for the cop he was meeting as he ordered a beer for himself.