The Pianoman in Jailhouse Rock ~ rp for carolineparker
(Follows storyline with avg_stereotype here. Born from crackiness, brought to you by crackheads who can't deny Larry's antics.)
He'd been back in New York City for just two days. After showing up at Scotty's place and dragging him out, he made Scotty get some proper sleep without alcohol. The next day they'd spent the day just hanging around the city, goofing off and attempting to cheer up Scotty. Larry also slowly came to the decision that he was taking Scotty back to Portsmouth with him. Whether it was two weeks, two months...he didn't care. Scotty needed family and Larry was going to be there for him. So they were busy arranging that as well.
Larry's anger was also growing. A lot. Every time he saw Scotty go quiet, get pissed off, anything - Larry got more angry with the senior Harris'. Maybe a part of it was the anger he still had for himself with abandoning Sam all those years ago, but mostly it was a complete inability to understand how any parent could just...not love their kid. Especially someone who tried a hard as Scotty did.
It was Friday night. Scotty was taking a nap before their plan to go to the bar, where Larry would hang out and Scotty would finally return for one night of work before leaving. Something blew up in in Larry while he was watching tv and he suddenly wanted to have a very long talk with Scotty's father. Or a short one. Either way...Larry was going to give the man a talking to. He got up, got his shoes on, and headed out the door. He went straight for Mr. Harris' office where he was sure he'd find the man.
But....
The plan didn't go quite accordingly. Not one bit. He shook his head with such thoughts as he sat on a bench in the jail cell. This wasn't good. He didn't want to call Scotty. He didn't want to admit that he'd gone to speak to his father and ended up punching him. Several times. Getting hit himself and eventually dragged out by security. And Mr. Harris had called the cops. Why? Because he could.
"Mr. Paul, phone call," the guard said. The guard let him out and led him down the hall to the pay phone. Larry sighed as he contemplated who to call. Who, of the few people he knew in the city, would actually come get him? When realization hit of who he needed to call he closed his eyes. It hadn't exactly been the way he thought he'd see her again...if he did see her again...but he really didn't have a choice. He dialed the number and waited for the collect call to go through and ask her to accept the charges. He only hoped that for everything, for all that was good in the world and in all the moments she could use her stubbornness...that she wouldn't here.
He'd been back in New York City for just two days. After showing up at Scotty's place and dragging him out, he made Scotty get some proper sleep without alcohol. The next day they'd spent the day just hanging around the city, goofing off and attempting to cheer up Scotty. Larry also slowly came to the decision that he was taking Scotty back to Portsmouth with him. Whether it was two weeks, two months...he didn't care. Scotty needed family and Larry was going to be there for him. So they were busy arranging that as well.
Larry's anger was also growing. A lot. Every time he saw Scotty go quiet, get pissed off, anything - Larry got more angry with the senior Harris'. Maybe a part of it was the anger he still had for himself with abandoning Sam all those years ago, but mostly it was a complete inability to understand how any parent could just...not love their kid. Especially someone who tried a hard as Scotty did.
It was Friday night. Scotty was taking a nap before their plan to go to the bar, where Larry would hang out and Scotty would finally return for one night of work before leaving. Something blew up in in Larry while he was watching tv and he suddenly wanted to have a very long talk with Scotty's father. Or a short one. Either way...Larry was going to give the man a talking to. He got up, got his shoes on, and headed out the door. He went straight for Mr. Harris' office where he was sure he'd find the man.
But....
The plan didn't go quite accordingly. Not one bit. He shook his head with such thoughts as he sat on a bench in the jail cell. This wasn't good. He didn't want to call Scotty. He didn't want to admit that he'd gone to speak to his father and ended up punching him. Several times. Getting hit himself and eventually dragged out by security. And Mr. Harris had called the cops. Why? Because he could.
"Mr. Paul, phone call," the guard said. The guard let him out and led him down the hall to the pay phone. Larry sighed as he contemplated who to call. Who, of the few people he knew in the city, would actually come get him? When realization hit of who he needed to call he closed his eyes. It hadn't exactly been the way he thought he'd see her again...if he did see her again...but he really didn't have a choice. He dialed the number and waited for the collect call to go through and ask her to accept the charges. He only hoped that for everything, for all that was good in the world and in all the moments she could use her stubbornness...that she wouldn't here.