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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:58 pm
JD laughed. " That Bartender just wanted in my pants because I was the lead singer, if I had been the drummer I would've been tossed aside." he said starting on a small breakfast of eggs and toast.
" Oh yes, I forgot, your mister straight and narrow." he said cooking the eggs. " I'll remind you, and you'll do it anyway, Neil."
" And I'm saying I don't want to be babied, and I want to be left alone right now." he said his green eyes looking back at the crowd.
"Or do you not hear what they say about me... I'm bad luck. I don't want any of those rumors to start including you, Your a far better person then I, And more important to this army."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:11 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
Neil waved a hand at JD, as if to say; 'yeah yeah, whatever.'... mainly because it didn't hurt as bad as talking did.
"I don't know how you stand it." he spoke, falling back onto the sofa on his side and simply laying there. "He was looking at you in the same way a fluffy Mexican looks at tacos, JD."
Just the thought of that kind of creeped Neil out... in an odd way. Granted, it might've only made matters worse that he himself had been hardly sober at the time.
At least, to Neil's knowledge, he'd been relatively safe from prowling bartenders.
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
Billy shook his head, "Of course I've heard them." he replied as the two walked across the wet cemetery grass. "Luck... there's no such thing as luck, Graham. There are, however, such things as accidents... and, sadly, even unpreventable accidents." the man sighed softly. "It'll blow over in a few days. Besides, I've stuck with you this long and nothing's happened to me, so why fear it now, hm?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:23 pm
"So If a man looks at me in such a way, its wrong. But if a big boobed drunk woman looks at you in such a manor, its fine." he said leaning on the counter looking out at his friend. " Think of it that way."
" Nothing has happened like this." he said walking with one of his arms behind his back. " Few days... its still under investigation, they only reason i was promoted, was because they needed someone. And I was the best to the do the job."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:30 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
For a moment, Neil didn't say anything. "Wait..." he turned on the sofa so that he was staring up at the ceiling, his brown hair handing over the armrest and halfway to the floor. "Of course it's fine if a woman looks at me. You think I go to bars JUST to get drunk?" the young man asked, somewhat confused by his friend's statement.
'Is JD... nah... He can't be...'
It was the hangover, causing him to hear things wrong and get the words all muddled in his head.
"I don't wear tight jeans for the helluva it. It's just that, well lately, your gigs've been garnering you some extra attention." Neil laughed softly. "And if you WERE the drummer, then sorry mate, but your band would really suck. I've heard you try to tap out a beat before. Rubbish, that is."
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
"And that's wrong how?" Billy asked, his expression perfectly serious. "You're highly qualified, Graham. The upper brass knows that, and your promotion shows that they've been paying attention. Not only that, but if they suspected it really was on purpose... I think you would be confined to base and under supervision. As it is, you're injured, grieving, and since the investigation itself is so closely guarded, you're now bearing the brunt of rumors from jealous airmen who were, and still are, coveting a position that you'd shown no interest in before."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:45 pm
" Of course not.. I know you go there to get laid." JD said turning off the stove and sitting at his small table with his food. " We have that need."
The Irish man pulled his hair back into ponytail so it was out of his face.
" You don't like the attention I'm getting? Why... is it the wrong kind.. or just just the kind you don't like...."
Graham sighed and his shoulder drooped.
" Your just going to find away to go against everything I say." he said pulling the peeling the band aid off his face. " My cast is wet.. I shall have to get it redone..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:54 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
The man shrugged, wrinkling his nose at the smell of the eggs and toast.
That smell was starting to make his stomach rumble in ominous ways...
"It's not really bad attention... cause it's publicity and the more people who listen to you sing, the more likely it is you'll get picked up by some record label. So I don't really have a problem with the attention, mainly because I can stay to the back of the room and YOU can get swarmed." Neil spoke with a half smile.
He'd always hated crowded places really... especially ones where he was on his own. But then again, crowds brought back bad memories for the young Irishman, and he hated to dwell on those memories.
"I'm just hoping that one night, you're not so drunk, that you end up in something dangerous, you know?" Neil was trying to look out for his friend, playing the big brother role that fit him so easily.
He wanted to be able to act like a big brother for someone at least...
Why not his best friend.
"Besides, loose lips sink ships, and you, my dear JD... have very easily loosened lips." Neil replied, tilting his head back enough so that he could roll his eyes up just far enough to spot JD where he was sitting. "I doubt your associates would be very happy if you started blabbing your missions to half the town."
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
Smiling softly, Billy nodded. "Yes, I am. Because right now, what you need to do, Graham Aker... is get some bed rest. We'll drop by the infirmary on the way back to base. How's that sound? That way, you can get a new cast at the very least."
In truth, Billy would rather have just taken Graham home, forced the man to go to bed, and then made a few inquiries as to who was spreading the rumors.
If there was one thing the engineer could do... it was make sure that this gossiper was stuck testing out some of the most mundane and annoying new inventions that the scientific development department had to offer... as punishment.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:09 pm
" Aww.. Its nice to know that you think I have a nice voice, Neil." he said finishing his food and leaning back in his chair.
" I don't know if your implying that I talk too much or that I have too much sex... I know when to shut my mouth, you're the only one I talk to about business outside the organization. I've known you longer, and trust you more.."
Graham snorted. " Fine. But only because I know if I don't agree now, You'll drag me or have one of your friends knock me out and you'll have them carry me around. And then I'll wake up in my bed, And you'll be feeding me through a spoon or an IV. I'm not sure which."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:17 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
There it was again...
Neil's brain was somehow distorting what JD had said.
Mouths... Sex...
He shook his head, trying to forget THAT particular mental image and instead focused on what his friend was saying.
Then again...
"All I'm implying is that when you're drunk, you can talk a lot... TRUST ME." he shrugged slightly, "And I obviously don't know if you talk a lot while having sex so it's safe to assume that I'm meaning when you drink."
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
Laughing, Billy lead them toward his car. "Which would you prefer? It's good to know before I decide to do anything drastic, after all. With a spoon, you'd be able to refuse. With an IV... well... that could be a bit more troublesome for you I'd think."
The man shrugged slightly, "Of course, it would be YOUR friends, Graham Aker, that I convince to knock you out. I'd rather Howard or Daryl feel the edge of your temper than me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:40 pm
" Well I don't think you want to actually find out that part, So don't bet on that." JD said walking into the kitchen and washing his dishes. " Want anything while I'm up.. Cause I'm gonna go shower after this..."
Graham smiled a bit laughing.
" Where shall I sit... the front or the back?" he asked waiting at the car for the door to open. " May I shower at your place first, I don't think its presentable to go into the hospital like this."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:22 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
Smirking slightly, Neil shook his head very carefully. "No. I need to head back sooner or later... besides, you'll need to rest up if you've got another gig tonight."
The young man sat up again, putting his head in his hands.
He would head home, make some coffee, try to get Haro to calm down and use a quieter voice, and check his messages.
In fact...
Carefully, Neil pulled his cellphone out of his pants pocket and scrolled through the messages.
There was one in particular that stood out to him. Just a missed call... but it was from the same number that had called him a week ago and told the man where to pick up Haro.
If it was the same person calling, it was probably that girl.
She hadn't told Neil her name, and she didn't know his either, but from the sound of her voice, she was young.
Just a kid.
If a kid could make something as sophisticated as Haro...
Shaking his head again, Neil turned around on the sofa and watched JD. "Yeah, I'd rather not find out. I'm just warning you, man. Nothing else."
In truth, Dylandy was thinking it might just be more fun to find a club and crash there for a bit, have a few drinks, watch the world go by... maybe find a cute girl...
But it was hardly noon, and nothing like that would really get interesting til after dark.
He stood, carefully using the sofa to keep his balance.
'Damn, I'm dizzy...' he thought, green eyes unfocusing for a moment before everything went back to normal.
He needed to sober up... coffee and something bland... soup maybe?
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
"Sure." Billy spoke, opening the passenger side door for Graham.
He waited for the man to get into the car before closing the door and going to the other side.
"I think if you walked into a hospital looking like that, they'd think more was wrong than just a wet cast." Billy commented as the car sped along past the cemetery and toward the nearest highway.
Billy didn't live in town, not really. He had his own apartment on base, which helped when he spent a long night in the engineering hanger. The base was about fifteen minutes outside of the city, nestled in a rather wooded area of New England.
'I hope I didn't leave that paperwork on the table...' he thought to himself.
In truth, Billy had gotten a request recently... it wasn't really a transfer per say... and he could decide to go or not...
But he hadn't told Graham about it. How could he? It would mean going halfway across the country to Utah...
And as appealing as it was to help work on new technology... there was still so much more he wanted to do for the recently unveiled FLAG units.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:47 pm
JD smiled and pulled on a shirt. " I'll let ya out then." he said pushing away from the table before standing.
The red head leaned over helping his friend up from the couch.
" I'm not the only one who needs rest.. go sleep this off. Then you can wake up again with it tomorrow..." he said smirking. " I'll see you tonight at the Pub, and I'll see about getting you a nice little lady..."
Graham leaned against door his eyes closed as he started getting a bit tired.
Maybe he had pushed himself too hard out there.
He could close his eyes for second for a bit of rest and it wouldn't hurt him.
Moving his arm he laid his head against the cool window before letting himself fall asleep.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:53 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
Neil let JD help him up before laughing. "Little? You know me better than that, mate." the man replied with a mischievous smirk. "Ah joy... another round of hangovers. Why in hell don't you ever get them?" he asked before heading out the door.
He turned slightly to wave back. "Tonight then! Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Neil spoke before heading off down the street.
Wincing at the sunlight, he quickly pulled a pair of sunglasses from his vest pocket. At least that helped some...
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
Billy smiled softly as he caught a glance of Graham asleep.
'Serves him right... being out in the cold rain like this.' the engineer thought to himself as he drove.
Granted, this meant that Graham needed more rest than Billy had first thought.
After about twenty minutes, Billy was stopping the car outside of his apartment. He reached over, carefully putting a hand on Graham's shoulder.
"We're here." the man spoke, trying not to startle his passenger.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:14 pm
Jensen waved and closed the door leaning against it before sliding down it.
" Oh god." he said taking a deep breath.
It was hard not to let Neil know he was gay, he was his best friend after all.
He collapsed asleep on his couch.
The Irishman woke many hours later and showered before changing into leather pants and a black t-shirt, grabbing his brown leather jacket and putting in his earrings.
JD sat down at the Pub ordering a shot of Whiskey as he waited for his band-mates and his best mate.
Graham's green eyes opened slowly as he turned to look Billy.
He nodded and sat up.
"Alright." he said pushing the door open when his good arm and standing. "Don't worry.. I'll be fine.. Just need some rest.."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:30 pm
Neil Dylandy
ニール・ディランディ
It was a long way home.
After walking down the street, Neil had waited at the bus stop for nearly an hour. The entire time his stomach was growling and his mouth felt like cotton. Not to mention the headache that was still throbbing.
He sat on the bench, curled up on one corner, simply trying to keep the light from his eyes.
On the bus, things were fine, until he realized that his stomach and the motion of the bus itself were at war with one another.
Needless to say he had thrown up in the ally beside his apartment complex, after having just exited the bus.
"s**t..." Neil hissed, leaning against the cool brick as a swift wind caressed his clammy cheeks.
'At least it's not hot out...' he thought before pushing off the wall and going inside.
The staircase took a few tries, but before long he was unlocking his apartment and standing in the most peaceful place that he...
WHAM!
"Lockon! Lockon!"
Neil was slammed into the closed door, the knob jabbing into his left kidney with bruising force.
"Haro! Get off!" he choked as the spherical orange robot dislodged itself from his face and bounced back to the grey carpet.
Haro rolled around a few times, his eyes blinking as he made an obvious beeline toward the kitchen. "Haro made coffee! Haro made coffee!"
This sent a shiver down Neil's spine, and he thanked God that the robot hadn't burnt his apartment down in the process.
He trudged into the kitchen, carefully grabbing a mug from the cupboard and pouring some black coffee... no sugar... no cream... just coffee. Neil took a sip and nearly melted against the cabinet.
"Thanks, Haro..." he whispered, smiling to the robot who, apparently pleased that Lockon was happy, went rolling from the room and, upon hitting the carpet, stood up.
It was a trick that never seemed to fail in amazing Neil, as he watched arms and hands come from what he had thought were the robot's ears, and legs with feet pop out of the bottom. Haro began walking around the room, apparently...
"Are... are you cleaning?" Neil asked, setting his coffee cup down on the kitchen cabinet and staring in amazement.
His kitchen WAS clean...
"Haro having fun! Haro having fun!" the robot said from the next room... and it didn't take long for Neil to hear the sound of a handivac on the carpet.
This, for some odd reason, was hilarious to the hungover man and he collapsed against the cabinet, laughing until he cried.
The mental image of that small robot with a handivac, trying to vacuum the living room, would stick with him forever.
Wiping tears from his eyes, Neil picked up his coffee cup and made his way into the bedroom. It didn't take long for the young man to strip down to his own boxers, a deep green color, and crawl beneath the soft, cool, white satin sheets.
He sipped the coffee a bit more and turned on the tv, listening to the news.
Another IRA bombing... one that he KNEW couldn't have been JD because... well... they'd both been drunk with one another.
Yawning, it didn't take long for Neil to pass out cold.
When he woke up however... he found a small orange robot curled up in the crook of his elbow...
Running down the street, Neil managed to just barely make it to the bus stop in time to board.
It was late... or rather, HE was now late, for meeting with JD. Wearing a brown leather jacket, dark green tight fitting shirt, and tight dark jeans, Neil was perfectly ready to hit the pub with his friend.
Haro had even been kind enough to remind him to take his phone... which had, of course, reminded the man that he hadn't called that missed number back.
Shrugging, Neil hopped off the bus and headed into the bar.
Little miss robot-maker... could wait.
He smiled, raising a hand, "JD! I see you're back to your old self now." Neil spoke as he sat down at the table.
Billy Katagiri
ビリー・カタギリ
Billy helped Graham out of the car, "I think you may be catching a cold... damn it, Graham, you shouldn't have been out in this weather."
Even though the scientist knew that his friend had to attend the funeral.
If he hadn't...
But, that was why Billy was there... just in case.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:48 pm
JD waved to his friend. " Ya see the news?" he said pointing at the screen with his current glass of Whiskey. " Those idiots blew up a church. I know its a job, but sometimes, I feel really bad for what they do. Epically when its my bombs."
He took a swig of his drunk. "And your late, You missed my entire gig, why?
Lets get shitfaced.."
" You know I had to be there. " Graham replied leaning on Billy a lot more then he should have been, or thought he should have been.
Maybe he was getting sick, and not just from the cold, but his wounds as well.
He pushed away from Billy as leaned over getting sick all over the wet ground.
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