theatrical_muse #228 3am
When the phone starts ringing he's already passed out on the couch. 2 hours ago he was still at the bar knocking back shots of Jim Bean and feeling like Master of his domain. Now as he groggily opens one eye he feels lower than dirt. All at once the events of the past week come rushing back to him accompanied by the dull ache of an approaching hangover. Whoever woke him up is going to pay.
He prys himself off the couch and into a somewhat upright position. He lets one arm dangle between his legs as the other reaches for the tiny silver phone on the coffee table. Before flipping it open he takes note of the time on the front, 3am.
"Hello?" he says stifling a yawn.
"John, it's me. I've been thinking about what you said. Not about me being irrational and short sighted, I'm going to hurt you for that. No, I meant about how you said you were going to do anything to make this work....I'm glad you said that. Come home after work and we can talk about it."
His alcohol soaked brain barely had time to process what she had just said when she hung up. He sat there for a while holding the phone before placing it back in the table. What would happen tomorrow? What did she want him to do? His eyes darted back and forth looking for the TV remote in the dark. He might as well find something good to watch because there was no way he was going to be able to sleep now.
John Munch
Law and Order: SVU
379
He prys himself off the couch and into a somewhat upright position. He lets one arm dangle between his legs as the other reaches for the tiny silver phone on the coffee table. Before flipping it open he takes note of the time on the front, 3am.
"Hello?" he says stifling a yawn.
"John, it's me. I've been thinking about what you said. Not about me being irrational and short sighted, I'm going to hurt you for that. No, I meant about how you said you were going to do anything to make this work....I'm glad you said that. Come home after work and we can talk about it."
His alcohol soaked brain barely had time to process what she had just said when she hung up. He sat there for a while holding the phone before placing it back in the table. What would happen tomorrow? What did she want him to do? His eyes darted back and forth looking for the TV remote in the dark. He might as well find something good to watch because there was no way he was going to be able to sleep now.
John Munch
Law and Order: SVU
379