Rocco | The Boondock Saints | 5dukefuckinwayneMay 22 2011, 03:15:11 UTC
[Goddammit, he was so fucking miserable right now. He and Donna had been fighting all fucking day over every fucking thing and long story short, he'd ended up flushing as much of her dope as he could before she kicked him out of the apartment and locked the door.
Well, not before he grabbed the cat. Out of spite and well, because he didn't want her selling the thing for more drugs... which is probably what she was looking around the house to do right now. His fucking records and shit had better be there when he got back.
He shifted a little, keeping a hold on the cat while he fished in his pockets to see how much cash he had. Probably enough to get a room... or enough to get some fucking booze with enough left over to maybe make a couple calls and see if he could find someone's couch to crash on.
Sounds good, man. Let's do it. Instant noodles and beer. Maybe whiskey later...
No fucking away. I ain't staying down here. [He gave a grin.] Well, then... [He shifted Skippy a little before going to toss an arm around Murphy's shoulder.] that means more booze for us!
Sounds about perfect. *he was glad to see the other had dropped the long face a bit, but he couldn't help feeling uneasy over what had cause it. Who was driving Rocco insane.*
*he hunched his body as bit with Rocco's added weight on him* We can toss the empty bottles on Con's bed, just ta make our point. *he smirked*
Yer such a retard, really. *Murphy shook his head, leaning a bit into the embrace. The more he thought about this situation the more he wanted to give Rocco a shiner for letting this shite happen to him.*
Getting whiped sounds a better way of masochism. Yeh should consider it, Roc'.
Fuck you, Murph'... [He gave a laugh, leaning a little more into Murphy, letting his head rest against Murphy's for a moment.] Don't need you bitching too, man, c'mon. Let's just do something else.
*huffing out a breath, he tried pushing Rocco away* Oi, I have to drag these bags and also yer fat arse? *the bags didn't weight shit, but he was tired after a long week of hard work.*
*Not to mention that the Rocco-Donna issue always got on his nerves.*
*He glanced at them both, noticing the scared look on Skippy's eyes and how he was clinging to his Master* Hold him tighter, yeh don't want him runnin' away over here. *no fucking way they could catch the cat back in a place like this one.*
*Once they finally reached the fifth floor, he opened the door and waited for Roc' to be inside before closing it behind them. Putting the bags on the floor, Murphy took off his rosary and hung it from the nail next to the door.*
I'm not gonna let him go, Murph'... Jesus. Probably'd be better for him if he did get fucking loose though. Find someone who ain't a druggie to take care of'em [But he did hold him tighter.
He headed inside when the door was opened, going to settle down on the couch. Felt like a fucking idiot--getting kicked out of his own damn place and having to bum on his best buddies' couch. At least it was better than having to use his cash for some cheap motel room...]
*He turned just in time to give Rocco a whack upside the head and Skippy an affectionate stroke down his back.* Who am I, yer fucken' maid?
And don't say that shite, if the poor guy escapes it's goin' ta be yer damn fault. *picking up the bags, he searched for the six pack and left it next to Rocco, on the couch.* Don't let him go just yet, one of our windows is broken.
Hey, I got Skippy here, man! What do you want me to fuckin' do?
[He took the beer left for him, still holding the cat.] Alright, alright... y'know, if it's a hassle or anything, I can find some other place to crash for the night. Maybe someone I work with... [But fuck did he sound unenthusiastic about that.]
Or I could go back and force my way into the apartment, I guess...
It's not a hassle, don't be an idiot. *giving a look at the few contents left in the fridge, Murphy started throwing out the stuff they were sure not gonna force down their throats now. Stuff that would probably have forced them to get up in the middle of the night to have a face-to-toiler session.*
*He finished putting in the refrigerator the fresh groceries and quickly headed to open the cupboards, rummaging through them until he found some ducktape.*
I'm all fer forcin' yer way back into yer own place, but yeh know, I don't wanna find yer dick in a keychain. *he signaled for Rocco to grab one of the empty plastic bags.* Put the cat down an' come give me a hand.
Yeah, okay... [He contented himself with drinking the beer, watching as Murphy put away groceries, but he did let Skippy go when Murphy wanted him to give him a hand.
Grabbing one of the bags, he went over to try and help him patch the window.]
You two fuckin' micks... [He laughed under his breath, holding the piece of plastic in place for Murphy to tape, turning around to make sure Skippy wasn't into anything he shouldn't be.]
So why didn't you try taping it up before this, huh? Would've made it a little better at least.
Well, not before he grabbed the cat. Out of spite and well, because he didn't want her selling the thing for more drugs... which is probably what she was looking around the house to do right now. His fucking records and shit had better be there when he got back.
He shifted a little, keeping a hold on the cat while he fished in his pockets to see how much cash he had. Probably enough to get a room... or enough to get some fucking booze with enough left over to maybe make a couple calls and see if he could find someone's couch to crash on.
Tough decisions, man.]
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No fucking away. I ain't staying down here. [He gave a grin.] Well, then... [He shifted Skippy a little before going to toss an arm around Murphy's shoulder.] that means more booze for us!
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*he hunched his body as bit with Rocco's added weight on him* We can toss the empty bottles on Con's bed, just ta make our point. *he smirked*
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He gave the other an affectionate squeeze.] Sounds fucking awesome, man, let's do it.
[He just wanted to get smashed either way and get his mind off shit.] Still can't get over that fuckin' bitch, man...
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Getting whiped sounds a better way of masochism. Yeh should consider it, Roc'.
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*Not to mention that the Rocco-Donna issue always got on his nerves.*
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[he looked down at the cat squirming in his arms and trying to adjust him yet again.]
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*Once they finally reached the fifth floor, he opened the door and waited for Roc' to be inside before closing it behind them. Putting the bags on the floor, Murphy took off his rosary and hung it from the nail next to the door.*
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He headed inside when the door was opened, going to settle down on the couch. Felt like a fucking idiot--getting kicked out of his own damn place and having to bum on his best buddies' couch. At least it was better than having to use his cash for some cheap motel room...]
So you wanna pass me a beer or what?
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And don't say that shite, if the poor guy escapes it's goin' ta be yer damn fault. *picking up the bags, he searched for the six pack and left it next to Rocco, on the couch.* Don't let him go just yet, one of our windows is broken.
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[He took the beer left for him, still holding the cat.] Alright, alright... y'know, if it's a hassle or anything, I can find some other place to crash for the night. Maybe someone I work with... [But fuck did he sound unenthusiastic about that.]
Or I could go back and force my way into the apartment, I guess...
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*He finished putting in the refrigerator the fresh groceries and quickly headed to open the cupboards, rummaging through them until he found some ducktape.*
I'm all fer forcin' yer way back into yer own place, but yeh know, I don't wanna find yer dick in a keychain. *he signaled for Rocco to grab one of the empty plastic bags.* Put the cat down an' come give me a hand.
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Grabbing one of the bags, he went over to try and help him patch the window.]
How'd it get like this anyway, man?
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*he started cutting pieces of the tape with his teeth* It's right over me bed, yeh see why I get so freakin' cold at night?
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So why didn't you try taping it up before this, huh? Would've made it a little better at least.
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