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Darius Alexander Summers ([info]dasummers) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-05-02 20:25:00

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Entry tags:darius summers, remy lebeau

Who: Darius and Remy
What: realizing that Darius isn't good at avoiding trouble
Where: Italy, to start
When: tomorrow morning/afternoon
Warnings: cursing, references to mischief, college humor.

Darius groaned as he shifted, grabbing his head. Remy was another one of those people that drank almost out of desperation more than enjoyment. Darius had foolishly tried to keep up, and now he was regretting it a great deal.

He wobbled to the bathroom and contemplated curling up in the tub for the next week. Instead he relieved himself and ran the hot water over his head for a few minutes, until he felt like he could move. He removed his contacts and stuck them in the case, rubbing his eyes a lot.

As he made his way back to the living room where he'd passed out, he nearly ran into Remy. "Huh?" Articulation was rarely Darius's strong point, and even less so now.



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[info]dasummers
2009-05-04 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Darius caught it with his free hand and looked at it. "Hn. Nope. Northstar wasn't this gay."

He checked the last number and dialed it with a shrug. "Hi. Who owns this phone?"

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[info]knaveofhearts
2009-05-04 10:22 pm UTC (link)
"My daughter," a thick Italian voice wheezed across the line. "You kept it so that I could tell this to your slimy ear: if you go outside, your grabby hands and attitude will get straightened out, pepito."

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[info]dasummers
2009-05-04 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Darius blinked. "Uh, I think it's for you, Remy."

WHAT HAD HE DONE? Now he couldn't remember.

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[info]knaveofhearts
2009-05-04 10:42 pm UTC (link)
"Oh no, I can hear dat loud and clear." He sighed and surrendered, taking the phone. Too bad his charm didn't work over phonelines.

"Monsieur, there's been a terrible misunderstandin', we are ashamed that her phone was misplaced, but we'd love to make t'ings right."

He winced.

"Is she alright, we'd be struck down wit' shame if dere was any harm t'her."

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[info]dasummers
2009-05-04 10:45 pm UTC (link)
"She's none of your business anymore. Don't you dare talk about her. If you're a smart man, you'll make out your will before the day is through."

Darius winced. "Oh fuck. Goddammit." He ran his hands through his hair. "Did not need this."

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[info]knaveofhearts
2009-05-04 11:03 pm UTC (link)
"Nope, but dere's only one thing to do." He cleared his throat and spoke smoothly through the line.

"I don't know how smart I am. What flavor of business have we going tangled in?"

The voice sounded familiar. Keep him talking and it'd hit him.

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[info]dasummers
2009-05-04 11:07 pm UTC (link)
"You've messed with the most powerful family in Venice. An insult against one of our own will not go unavenged."

Shit. That probably meant organized crime. "Should have put an RFID chip in her skin. Was she the leggy one or the one who kept reaching down your pants?"

He realized he shouldn't have said that after it had been said.

"Tell your friend that we're going to use his skin to bind a book about how much pain he was in before we killed him."

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