"Yeah, Slim," echoes a little relaxed voice from the window. He can barely keep from laughing but he manages. "We'll have to get you a nice pillow for up there, Tiger." Satisfied, he leans into Beth's hand on his back: he didn't think they were going to be back here, but he's glad to have the opportunity. There are people he wants to see. People he doesn't want to see. but hell, it's all a giant adventure and he'll take it. Every bit of it.
He loves the hell out of being with Beth and Junior, and on the surface it's a hell of an opportunity being one of the only two guys on the entire fucking planet. But it's not all peel me a grape, woman: first of all, the women out there would kick his ass if he said something like that and second of all, they don't know he's there. It's been a lot of hard work staying hidden all this time, and he's not so sure it really suits him.
But anything for his Beths. They make it all so worth it.
And since they're here, his hand drifts into his pocket and reaches for that pack of Gitanes in there. While they're here, he can go back to his Marsboros, although any smoke will do and if he wants to be nice he can pretend he brought a pack of French cigarettes back for Faye on purpose. If she's still here, that is. Time's been funny for them here before, and he has no real idea how long it's been in bar time.
He does know one thing, though. Their very own bed's in the other room, and when they get hungry, the bar's just a portrait away.
"You girls want anything?"
One two-year-old's voice pipes up immediately. "'Techi."
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Date: 2009-07-01 03:20 am (UTC)"Yeah, Slim," echoes a little relaxed voice from the window. He can barely keep from laughing but he manages. "We'll have to get you a nice pillow for up there, Tiger." Satisfied, he leans into Beth's hand on his back: he didn't think they were going to be back here, but he's glad to have the opportunity. There are people he wants to see. People he doesn't want to see. but hell, it's all a giant adventure and he'll take it. Every bit of it.
He loves the hell out of being with Beth and Junior, and on the surface it's a hell of an opportunity being one of the only two guys on the entire fucking planet. But it's not all peel me a grape, woman: first of all, the women out there would kick his ass if he said something like that and second of all, they don't know he's there. It's been a lot of hard work staying hidden all this time, and he's not so sure it really suits him.
But anything for his Beths. They make it all so worth it.
And since they're here, his hand drifts into his pocket and reaches for that pack of Gitanes in there. While they're here, he can go back to his Marsboros, although any smoke will do and if he wants to be nice he can pretend he brought a pack of French cigarettes back for Faye on purpose. If she's still here, that is. Time's been funny for them here before, and he has no real idea how long it's been in bar time.
He does know one thing, though. Their very own bed's in the other room, and when they get hungry, the bar's just a portrait away.
"You girls want anything?"
One two-year-old's voice pipes up immediately. "'Techi."
Now he does have to laugh. Aloud and everything.