A Birthday RP Moment ~
It was midmorning on Larry's birthday and he was sitting down to tie his shoes. Sam came out of his bedroom and looked at his father. "What are you doing?"
"I have to go to the office for awhile," Larry replied.
Sam blinked. "The..office? But..today? Why?"
"Because something came up with one of my cases and I don't have a choice. I should be back for dinner."
"Dinner? That's..Dad! That's not awhile, that's the whole day!"
Larry sighed. "Sammy, please."
"No! You said we could go out for lunch and hang out!"
"I'm sorry. I can't. We'll hang out tomorrow."
"But your birthday is today," Sam shouted.
"Do I look worried about my birthday?"
Sam crossed his arms and glared at his father. "You have to be home tonight."
"Why? Since when are you the parent?"
"You have to be home tonight!"
Larry stood up, towering over his son in what was probably the final years he would. "Sam, stop acting like a child. I have work to do and it's more important to me than celebrating a birthday. We can go out tomorrow."
"But your party is tonight!"
"My what?"
"Your party! I invited people over and everything! For you!"
Larry sighed and brought a hand to his forehead. His eyes closed. "I didn't ask you to do that."
"I know, I wanted to. Too bad for you hardly anyone said they'd come," Sam spit out bitterly. "I wonder why!" He turned to storm off this his room and Larry went after him, grabbing onto his arm.
"Look, I'm sorry you went to that trouble, but-"
Sam looked up at Larry. "And Alex helped me with who to invite, and Cora helped me to make you not go to Disneyworld, and-"
"You spoke to Cora?" Larry asked, keeping his tone as calm as he could.
"Well, I couldn't reach anyone else."
"You shouldn't have called her."
"She's your friend and I needed help! Dad! I-"
Larry tossed the keys he'd been holding across the hallway and they slammed into the wall. "She's not my friend, Sam! We don't even speak anymore! I don't have time for a party! I don't need a party! What I really need right now is to go to my office and sort out a case for a guy being falsely accused of killing his kid! That is more important than my fucking birthday!"
Sam let out a frustrated scream. "I hate having a psycho for a father! I hate it! Stop being so messed up, Dad! Are you trying to make me crazy, too?!" Sam went into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. Larry closed his eyes. His heartbeat was racing and his anger was boiling over. He tried to take long even breaths. The bedroom door opened again and Larry opened his eyes. Sam had his shoes on. "I'm going to Joey's. Forget your stupid party."
Larry said nothing as he watched his son walk out the front door. He waited, hoping his breathing would become more regualar. When it wasn't working he took a half turn and slammed his fist into the wall. He took another deep breath or two and ran his hands over his face.
He fucking hated his birthday. He let his breath out and picked up his keys. He kept forcing the calm breathing as he made his way to the office.
"I have to go to the office for awhile," Larry replied.
Sam blinked. "The..office? But..today? Why?"
"Because something came up with one of my cases and I don't have a choice. I should be back for dinner."
"Dinner? That's..Dad! That's not awhile, that's the whole day!"
Larry sighed. "Sammy, please."
"No! You said we could go out for lunch and hang out!"
"I'm sorry. I can't. We'll hang out tomorrow."
"But your birthday is today," Sam shouted.
"Do I look worried about my birthday?"
Sam crossed his arms and glared at his father. "You have to be home tonight."
"Why? Since when are you the parent?"
"You have to be home tonight!"
Larry stood up, towering over his son in what was probably the final years he would. "Sam, stop acting like a child. I have work to do and it's more important to me than celebrating a birthday. We can go out tomorrow."
"But your party is tonight!"
"My what?"
"Your party! I invited people over and everything! For you!"
Larry sighed and brought a hand to his forehead. His eyes closed. "I didn't ask you to do that."
"I know, I wanted to. Too bad for you hardly anyone said they'd come," Sam spit out bitterly. "I wonder why!" He turned to storm off this his room and Larry went after him, grabbing onto his arm.
"Look, I'm sorry you went to that trouble, but-"
Sam looked up at Larry. "And Alex helped me with who to invite, and Cora helped me to make you not go to Disneyworld, and-"
"You spoke to Cora?" Larry asked, keeping his tone as calm as he could.
"Well, I couldn't reach anyone else."
"You shouldn't have called her."
"She's your friend and I needed help! Dad! I-"
Larry tossed the keys he'd been holding across the hallway and they slammed into the wall. "She's not my friend, Sam! We don't even speak anymore! I don't have time for a party! I don't need a party! What I really need right now is to go to my office and sort out a case for a guy being falsely accused of killing his kid! That is more important than my fucking birthday!"
Sam let out a frustrated scream. "I hate having a psycho for a father! I hate it! Stop being so messed up, Dad! Are you trying to make me crazy, too?!" Sam went into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. Larry closed his eyes. His heartbeat was racing and his anger was boiling over. He tried to take long even breaths. The bedroom door opened again and Larry opened his eyes. Sam had his shoes on. "I'm going to Joey's. Forget your stupid party."
Larry said nothing as he watched his son walk out the front door. He waited, hoping his breathing would become more regualar. When it wasn't working he took a half turn and slammed his fist into the wall. He took another deep breath or two and ran his hands over his face.
He fucking hated his birthday. He let his breath out and picked up his keys. He kept forcing the calm breathing as he made his way to the office.