Rocco | The Boondock Saints | 5dukefuckinwayneMay 22 2011, 03:15:11 UTC
[Goddammit, he was so fucking miserable right now. He and Donna had been fighting all fucking day over every fucking thing and long story short, he'd ended up flushing as much of her dope as he could before she kicked him out of the apartment and locked the door.
Well, not before he grabbed the cat. Out of spite and well, because he didn't want her selling the thing for more drugs... which is probably what she was looking around the house to do right now. His fucking records and shit had better be there when he got back.
He shifted a little, keeping a hold on the cat while he fished in his pockets to see how much cash he had. Probably enough to get a room... or enough to get some fucking booze with enough left over to maybe make a couple calls and see if he could find someone's couch to crash on.
*Doing the groceries isn't Murphy's exact plan for a day off. But what could he do? Connor had actually done the laundry and he was a man of his word. Besides, he was starting to feel damn hungry and the inside of their fridge was looking almost as sad as the rest of their apartment.*
*So now he's carrying back home a couple of plastic bags filled with the cheapest stuff he could find, which hopefull would last for a few days. His plan to go home early, change the bed sheets and go to McGintys had instantly changed when he heard the desperate meowing. A known desperate meowing.*
*It didn't take long for the Irish to recognise his friend either. The traumatized cat trying to crawl up his shoulder had been something unexpected though.*
[Rocco was trying to settle Skippy down and not let the damn thing squirm away and run off somewhere, then Donna'd have a new reason to fucking bitch over how he'd lost the cat she barely remembered the name of.
He was actually kinda relieved to hear a familiar voice and one that might be able to settle the damn cat down since Skippy seemed to like him anyway.]
Murph'! [He spun to face him, breathing out a sigh.] Hey, you think I could crash on your couch for tonight, man?
Had a fight with Donna, man. [He gave a weak laugh.] I took the cat to piss her off... and 'cause I kinda flushed some of her shit and I didn't want her selling the damn thing.
Sure she'll calm down tomorrow, man... but I ain't staying around her tonight.
*Murphy's jaw slowly dropped, turning from a surprised blank face to an shit eating grin in a blink of an eye* Did yeh? Holy fuck, Roc'! That's fucken' great!
*he jerked his head, pointing down the road* C'mon, we'll order a pizza and go to Doc's later ta celebrate! The guys are gonna love this shite!
What's fuckin' great about it, man? She's probably selling my shit while we talk! I can say so long to my fucking records and movies and no telling what else!
[TV too, probably...
Still, his lips were quirking up a little as he started to walk towards Murphy's place.] C'mon man, I don't wanna go around telling shit... she was just being a fucking bitch today, you know?
Then we'll go grab yer shite before she can get rid of it. C'mon, cheer up a bit! *Murphy chuckled, not believing how fucking deppressed the other looked over some fucking good news.*
Aren't yeh kickin' her arse out then? *well, that explained why Rocco was the one out of the house* It sounds like the perfect opportunity.
Christ, why are yeh such a pussy when it comes ta yer fucken' girlfriend?
*struggling to hold all the bags with one hand as he opened the rusty old door, Murphy held it with his hips as he waited for the other to get in the building.*
I'm not a fucking pussy! I'm just fuckin' tired, alright? Stupid bitch woke me up when she got in last night and we've been fuckin' going at it since, okay?
[He stepped inside, still trying to keep Skippy calm as he headed inside.]
Aye, aye. *rolling his eyes, he let the door close behind them. he then reached out to pet Skippy for a moment before getting a better hold of the bags again.* Whatever yeh say.
Got a six pack, yeah. But we're gonna have ta buy more, I guess. *he walked past the elevator and headed to the stairs* The elevator's still broken, yeh'll have ta use yer feet.
Sounds perfect. *he puffed out some air as he started to make his way up to the fifth floor.* We can make instant noodles instead of orderin' pizza. Invest that money in more booze.
No, yeh can always wait downstairs. *he teased* He's out at the fucken' Library or somethin'. Says he's outta shite to read.
Well, not before he grabbed the cat. Out of spite and well, because he didn't want her selling the thing for more drugs... which is probably what she was looking around the house to do right now. His fucking records and shit had better be there when he got back.
He shifted a little, keeping a hold on the cat while he fished in his pockets to see how much cash he had. Probably enough to get a room... or enough to get some fucking booze with enough left over to maybe make a couple calls and see if he could find someone's couch to crash on.
Tough decisions, man.]
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*So now he's carrying back home a couple of plastic bags filled with the cheapest stuff he could find, which hopefull would last for a few days. His plan to go home early, change the bed sheets and go to McGintys had instantly changed when he heard the desperate meowing. A known desperate meowing.*
*It didn't take long for the Irish to recognise his friend either. The traumatized cat trying to crawl up his shoulder had been something unexpected though.*
Roc'? *he hurried his step* Hey, Roc'!
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He was actually kinda relieved to hear a familiar voice and one that might be able to settle the damn cat down since Skippy seemed to like him anyway.]
Murph'! [He spun to face him, breathing out a sigh.] Hey, you think I could crash on your couch for tonight, man?
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*But it did explain the cat he was carrying.*
Sure.. *cocks his head* What happened? Why can't yeh stay at yers? Are yeh okay?
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Sure she'll calm down tomorrow, man... but I ain't staying around her tonight.
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*he jerked his head, pointing down the road* C'mon, we'll order a pizza and go to Doc's later ta celebrate! The guys are gonna love this shite!
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[TV too, probably...
Still, his lips were quirking up a little as he started to walk towards Murphy's place.] C'mon man, I don't wanna go around telling shit... she was just being a fucking bitch today, you know?
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Aren't yeh kickin' her arse out then? *well, that explained why Rocco was the one out of the house* It sounds like the perfect opportunity.
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I don't know. I'm sure she'll forget it all by tomorrow, man.
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Yeh mean once she's loaded after seelin' yer stuff?
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I don't know, man. All I wanna do right now is get some beers and get smashed, alright?
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*struggling to hold all the bags with one hand as he opened the rusty old door, Murphy held it with his hips as he waited for the other to get in the building.*
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[He stepped inside, still trying to keep Skippy calm as he headed inside.]
You got any beer in there, man?
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Got a six pack, yeah. But we're gonna have ta buy more, I guess. *he walked past the elevator and headed to the stairs* The elevator's still broken, yeh'll have ta use yer feet.
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[He groaned, moving towards the stairs.] You mean all the way up, man? So Connor around or is it gonna be you and me for awhile?
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No, yeh can always wait downstairs. *he teased* He's out at the fucken' Library or somethin'. Says he's outta shite to read.
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