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bitter_brother

4 AM phone call to Warren (two days before vacation)

Aug 21, 2005 23:19

Tucker has a panic attack. S'Vayres, being a cocksucking dickhead assface of the highest order, notices this about ten minutes into it. Thirty minutes into it, he calls off training for the night and orders Tucker to go to the Serta store and pass out in earnest for a while ( Read more... )

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i_warren August 22 2005, 06:32:50 UTC

He does, but he sounds like it's 4am. He sounds like he's been drinking. He sounds like he's slept in his clothes. He sounds like he has a full beard.

None of these things are true.

"HullwoWhasittime'sitthis?"

bitter_brother August 22 2005, 06:38:56 UTC

"Warren... wake up. Warren. It's me. It's Tucker. Me. I'm sorry. I know it's late. Early. Whatever. Wake up, pleasepleaseplease." His voice is hushed and shaky. He squats down with his arms on his knees and buries his face in the crook of his elbow.

i_warren August 22 2005, 06:41:40 UTC

"M'awake!" Warren croaks, irritably.

He rubs his hands over his face in an attempt to stop the pain of being woken up so early.

"What is it?"

bitter_brother August 22 2005, 06:52:28 UTC

Tucker moans into the phone, kind of a high pitched, about-to-cry moan. He tries to breathe, but the escalator is crushing him. Not really, but, it could. At ANY SECOND.

"Fuck, Warren. Warren. Are you alo-- No. Don't answer that. Please be alone. I need you right now. I can't..." his voice catches in his throat and he hiccups his way until he can talk again. "FUCK. I'm freaking out. I can't stay here. I have to go. RIGHT NOW. Can we go tonight? To Canada? Tonight? Please, Bear. Please. You have to promise me something! Right now!"

He pauses and sniffles, waiting for Warren to answer. Wake up and answer. Smoking is no good in conditions like this. His eyes are shiny and his nose is running. Hands are shaking, too.

"I think I'm having some kind of a... thing. Episode. Attack, or something. Oh, fuck," he says, mostly to himself. And when he closes his eyes, the world stops spinning. Figurative, of course. But from where Tucker is squatting, it feels literal.

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i_warren August 23 2005, 04:19:21 UTC

In Winnipeg, Warren's phone rings Canadian-ly. It's hard to tell when Warren is pale (especially under airport lighting), but he is, and his eyes are a little glassy.

"Hey," he says, when Tucker picks up. "I'm at the airport. I'm in front of the Virgin store. It's kind of false advertising."

bitter_brother August 23 2005, 04:30:03 UTC

"Huh?" Tucker slurs into the phone. "Wha? Virgin?"

He's been asleep for three hours. Dead asleep. He's taking up four seats in a waiting room, his bag under his head and his shoes tied to his ankles. For safety. Anti-theft. It's all the rage in hobo.

"Wummipug?"

i_warren August 23 2005, 04:38:31 UTC

"Yes," Warren agrees. "Wummipug. Bear Wummipug."

He straddles his duffle bag and leans his ass back against a wall.

"Where you at?"

A part of him is afraid Tucker will say 'Minnesota'.

bitter_brother August 23 2005, 04:43:57 UTC

Tucker sits up, woozy and disconcerted. It's way worse than coming out of torpor. He looks for a sign or a landmark or something.

"I don't ...know. [Yawn.] There are Canadians everywhere, Bear. Want me to... where are you? Virgin? I think I saw that. I'll come find you," he says, slowly reaching over his HUGE, GIGANTIC FAT FAT belly to retrieve his shoes. Which, he is gratified to see, are still there.

Ten minutes later, he's standing in front of the Virgin Megastore, shouting "MARCO!"

Someone better fetch a mountie. There's a crazy American guy who seems to have lost his Italian friend.

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