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Brugge Belguim on a Sunday

Aug 22, 2005 21:06

Waffles are an amazing food really. Tiny pockets of nothing surrounded by warmth and soft goodness. I liked them. Reminded me of myself. I had all this room in me for other things. Evil things, good things, skillful things all waiting to be filled up into those spots between the goodness ( Read more... )

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bitter_brother August 23 2005, 04:56:38 UTC

[On Jezebel's voice mail, the next morning.]

"Hey, Jezebel. It's Tucker here. Good to hear your voice. Um, are you... would you please call me back when you get a chance? Or, actually, sooner? Please? I mean, uh, call me back. Soon. And, uh... take care."

[A couple of quick breaths and then, click.]

summoned_sex August 23 2005, 08:52:00 UTC

I made the drop, damn glad to get that out of me. The guy at the drop was a bit unsettling too. I know they have to use all sorts of crazy methods to get this stuff out of me, but I would settle for something like here eat this. Or let me draw some blood. The whole walking into my body and rooting around for whatever I have? Getting old.

It was done though, and I was in Belgium. Bor-ring. Statues and art and birds. Great. I had to get out of here. Fast.

I sighed still trying to shake the feeling of the guy walking out of me from my memory and sat down on a bench. I needed something to chew. Stupid oral fixations were just annoying. Found a piece of gum and shoved it in my mouth. Then I saw the blinkie light on my cell.

Odd, no one has this number except work, and... One Missed Call -T- Tucker ( ... )

bitter_brother August 23 2005, 14:32:14 UTC

Just after Tucker gets the call to go meet Warren at the airport in Winnipeg, his phone rings back. He's walking, trying to wake up ( ... )

summoned_sex August 23 2005, 20:28:20 UTC

I crossed my leg over my knee and started to pop my foot up and down casually. So there was a pigeon that was eyeing me and getting closer, and if my foot should 'accidently' kick him? It wasn't my fault. I wasn't gonna strain or anything, but still. I hate birds.

I was a bit distracted having all that taken from me, but I was pretty sure T. wasn't noticing my state of mind. His was all over the place.

"Me? Belgium. I had waffles for breakfast, you know what I thought of too? Waffles and me? We have a lot in common. And I am always glad to tell you that you sound like shit. Can I guess that you look like hell while I'm at it?"

I laughed a bit, then realized that this temporary excitability was just from the removal. Have something that powerful in you and you can't touch it? Hurts, then when they release it and take it from you, the tiny residuals they leave behind? Those are the best parts. I could go for a week on residuals if I wanted to.

"Sorry. I just had a drop. So a bit on edge and light headed. So what's the matter?"

bitter_brother August 24 2005, 17:35:10 UTC

Tucker sniffs.

"Nothing. Nothing's the matter. I just had a ...thing. I'm almost done with training and they had me do something really unpleasant to one of your co-workers. But, whatever, it's over. I was just worried about you. But you're fine. So: great," he says, flatly. He glances in his sparse reflection in a window to a gate lounge and sneers, "And I'll have you know that I look like a fucking rock star right now, thanks. I'm on vacation with Warren. Or, I will be, as soon as I find him. I'm in... uh, Winnipeg, or something. Going to stay in a really shi-shi place. I'd invite you along, but, you know: boys club."

summoned_sex August 25 2005, 01:10:16 UTC

I was on edge. Literally. I could feel whatever that guy had trickling through my veins and it wasn't helping me at all. I needed to focus on what was going on. I grabbed my bag and didn't care who saw me. Shuffling through the vials I found the orange one. It was labeled Retro-Inhibitor FOR REMOVAL ONLY. Had to be better than this. Pullin' the cap off the needle with my teeth I drew the dose into the vial ( ... )

bitter_brother August 25 2005, 05:59:46 UTC

"Mmmmm," Tucker hums. "Yep. You're the expert. So where the fuck were you when I needed you? I've been rotting away in the Mall of America. Nary even a HANDJOB, I'll have you know. Nothing."

He rounds the corner and finds the Virgin center. Where he said he'd meet Warren.

"Ah, Jez, I'm just kidding. Hey, listen. I've gotten to where I was going. Okay if we talk later? If you talk dirty to me, I'll wear the leather pants."

He's smiling as he says it, even though the intent is pretty much minimal.

"Talk to you in a couple of days?"

summoned_sex August 26 2005, 03:39:11 UTC

It wasn't all fixed he was probably still a bit pissy at me for being so out of it, but it wasn't entirely my fault. Over in the plus column for him at least? I owed him one for it at least.

"Works been a bit busy, and you know I am not a mall girl anyway. Had I known you were in such dire need though? You know I would have been there, and yeah we'll catch up later."

I laughed a bit, that light girlie laugh that I was sure he hadn't heard in months. "I'm looking forward to the leather pants T. Have a safe flight. I have another check up coming up this month, so I'll make sure to swing by if you're in the office."

bitter_brother August 26 2005, 04:06:31 UTC

Sure enough, the laugh does it. Lifts his mood a bit, satisfies him that he'd know her mind if he was in it. She was his, anyway. In a roundabout sort of fashion.

"Yeah, you do that. And keep yourself safe. Do a good job, break a leg, all that. Thanks for calling back. Bye, Jez."

He shuts his phone and puts it in his back pocket. Looking around for Warren, he shouts, "MARCO!"

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