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[punkass_drgnrdr]

Who: Lance, Greg, Draca
What: JAILBREAK! ... not really.
When: 10 April
Where: Neon City police station/prison

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[whoshotsherlock]

The jail doors clanked and slid open with a noisy rattle, Greg standing on the other side with his arms folded across his chest. He wasn't irritated with Lance. In fact it was quite the opposite, because really, he was just damn happy to finally be done with the annoying bureaucratic bullshit that the local police had put him through. They didn't even really want to keep him, especially when a DATS agent came knocking at their door, but the mons in charge kept prattling on about departmental policy, among other things.

It wasn't until a few days, a lot of talking, a lot of yelling, and rallying just about everyone he knew that also knew Lance later that he finally convinced them that Lance needed to be let go. And that time they listened.

But even as he stood there, waiting for the door to open, Greg didn't look happy. He looked exhausted.

"Get up."

[punkass_drgnrdr]

Lance didn't move even with the rattle of the doors. It even took a few moments for him to lift his head to look at Greg, and when he did his expression was so hollow that it wouldn't have been difficult to imagine there was just no one in there. After the first glance it didn't even seem like he was looking at the other man, as opposed to nothingness.

"Why?" he asked dully.

[whoshotsherlock]

"Because I haven't slept in three days," Greg snapped, stepping in to the cell. He wasn't giving Lance a choice, but he wanted to see if the man would move of his own volition first.

[punkass_drgnrdr]

He didn't, expect to lower his head again to where it had been, so he could stare blankly at the floor.

"Go get some sleep then."