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 Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:00 am
Robert watched Jerry crumble like a broken pillar, and let out a sigh of frustration. Love. He thought he loved Candace. And yet, this girl was running around banging other bros behind his back. Even though he'd never slept with Reine, he had to wonder if this was what Petra had felt like when..
"Yeah." Jerry's words were a welcome distraction, and Robert leapt from the bed, and stood behind the man. "You totally should. I mean, trust me. It feels better to get your anger out. And listen, if you want? I'll hold him, and you punch." He'd slammed his fist into his other hand as he said it - this was truly the only kind of comfort Robert felt he could give. Violence. It solved all problems.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:05 am
Jerry's shoulders continued to shake, but at least the soft noise coming from his throat didn't quite sound like a sob. It was a tight, bitter strain of laughter that only grew louder as Robert offered to hold him down. That would not end well. His response was to simply take yet another long pull from the bottle. He wasn't even sure what he was drinking.
It was stupidly good and probably unnervingly expensive.
"I don't think... that would be a good idea," He managed weakly, still giggling at the absurdity of the idea. "I already broke a bottle 'gainst his head. M'lucky... lucky to be able to tell the tale."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:16 am
Robert stared down at the mess of a man, his eyes widening in surprise. "You broke a bottle over his head? Holy s**t, Jerry!" And suddenly, Robert's opinion of the man rose to new heights. He flopped down on the floor beside him, and slapped him hard on the back. "That's ******** awesome. Seriously. I'm proud of you."
The sight of the bottle Jerry was drinking from made Robert's throat close up in sudden desire, and he licked his lips. "Hey, you know what else helps with s**t like this? Drinking. You got the right idea, there. You don't think.. I mean, it kind of sucks, getting drunk alone. Maybe, could I.. eh? Eh?"
He nudged Jerry in the shoulder until the man got the idea.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:34 am
"I think.. I already had too much," He mumbled, offering the bottle over to him. He felt like he was going to be sick even before he had downed half of it. "Maybe... maybe I just... just need a walk..." He mumbled, sniffing faintly as he tried to pull himself to his feet.
A nice long walk. Far away. Sleep in the jungle. Maybe get eaten. Would anyone even miss him? "Robert..." He finally glanced up, brows knit miserably, "Do you even like me?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:41 am
HURRAY! Robert looked like a kid in a candy store when the bottle was handed to him, and he lifted it to his lips, letting the sweet taste of - holy s**t what was this, this was good liquor! - burn it's way down his throat. He didn't stop, he wasn't a sipper. Whatever he was drinking was obviously meant to be sipped.. and Robert was completely wasting good liquor by opening his throat up and letting it go like that.
The bottle was empty right around the moment Jerry asked his question.
Robert tipped the bottle back down and wiped his mouth with one hand, staring up at Jerry with an open mouth and a blank glare. "That depends." He muttered, his voice hoarse from the liquor. "If you're about to go all homo on me just because your girl was raising someone else's flagpole, then hell to the no, and you can go ******** die." Robert dropped the bottle, letting it roll noisily away, and tried to stand up.
When he finally managed to get on his feet, he could look down at Jerry once more, and it made him more comfortable with the conversation. "But if you mean like.. friends, n s**t, then." Then, what? His brain slowly tried to put the pieces together. "I thought I did. I mean, I did, but lately you've been kind of pissing me off. So I don't know anymore."
Except he did know. He knew he was standing right there, in Jerry's room, because he was worried for the man. He knew that when he heard the noise, he'd come running. He knew his reactions told a story that his stubborn mind refused to listen to.
"I guess I do. I'm here when you need me, aren't I?" He winced - that sounded a little gay. Then he felt bad for being so down on gays, now that Jordan was.. goddamn he could not ******** win today.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:47 am
"Oh," Was the quiet response. He wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure what to feel. He wanted to scream, to summon Roar and blast his way through the building until he was surrounded by rubble and corpses. He wanted to curl up in a ball and not move. He wanted to leap out a window and vanish into the woods never to be seen again, just living off of the land until he grew a long scraggly beard and ran out of squirrels to eat. He wanted to... disappear.
But he was out of energy. Instead, still sniffling, he timidly picked up the guitar to survey the damage. There was a crack in the body, and it was out of tune and the E string had broken completely, but some quiet fiddling with the tuners, the sound was at least partly salvaged.
He plucked aimlessly at the sad, broken instrument, "It was the Doctor."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:02 am
And the sad thing was, even though they'd only had a few days with him, when Jerry said 'The Doctor', all Robert's muddled brain could think of was that casual, amusing man they'd met when they were first in golems, and he sputtered in surprise.
"THE DOCTOR'S ALIVE!??"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:07 am
Jerry glanced up at Robert blearily. Had he really...?
He shook his head, "If a bottle to the ... the head did nothing, I doubt anything else would. What made ... made you think otherwise?"
He would have laughed if he had it in him, but he didn't.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:11 am
Robert waved his hands around frantically. "Not from the blow to the head, I mean, I didn't even know he'd woken up from the pods! What does he look like? Is he a good - wait, the Doctor and Candace.. Jesus Christ this is going to tear Phoenix apart."
Priorities. Robert had them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:16 am
It took Jerry a very long time to digest what the ******** Robert was blathering about.
And then he did laugh. Weakly, but it was a laugh.
"Doctor H. I mean." He ended lamely, head bowing down to concentrate on pulling a chord out of the guitar that didn't sound like a truck had run over the instrument. It was ok, though. It sounded like he felt.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:18 am
Doctor H.
Robert looked like he'd just been punched in the gut.
"Oh. God. Jerry." Robert visibly paled. "That's.. that's just.."
They were all going to die.
He slumped back down to the floor, and shuddered. What the ******** was Candace thinking.
"We're gonna need more liquor."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:21 am
"You just drank the rest of what I had," He mumbled, looking even more pained as the gravity finally sank into the other man's meaty skull.
"I just... i don't know. I... I always admired him. I thought... I thought he was a good guy. I don't know. He was always nice to me." There was a pause as he digested this, "Maybe that's why." He snorted, "I don't think he pitied me. But... but how am.. how was I supposed to... compare to that? I don't know. I don't know what I'm... what I'm even doing here anymore.' He sniffed, lowering the broken guitar to remove his glasses, wiping his eyes, "I... I can't even go home. I don't have... don't have anything to go back to anyway. I just..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:31 am
"ADMIRED him? YOU?" Robert gave out a short laugh as his head started to swim - this was a delightful feeling, and he'd missed it. He looked at Jerry with an odd expression. There was something unsettling about it, as if he thought the entire idea, and the man in front of him, were laughable. "I thought you were smarter than that, Jerry. I mean, I could admire him. Maybe. But you? You got so much more s**t going for you - the right kind of s**t, and you admired him.."
Robert looked at the bottle mournfully for just a minute, before the laughter came back. "Did you really not know what kind of a man Dr. H is? That he's just out to ******** with you? With everybody? Can't you smell it on him?" Robert's wild eyes swiveled back to Jerry, and his lips thinned in a feral smile. "Smells a little like me, probably, if I showered more often. And you gotta know that's bad, Jerry." The smile disappeared. "You understand I'm not a good person, don't you?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:44 am
"I think you can be," Came the quiet response, and Jerry didnt' look up, "I think everyone can be. Sometimes people just have reasons not to be. There's lots of reasons" He wasn't sure what Robert was talking about. Roar said it all the time... probably because he knew. He was pushy, over sensitive, and stupidly optimistic. The world wasn't so threatening if you believed in what he believed. He didn't know how else to be.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 1:52 am
"Yeah." Robert should have known that would be his answer. "See. That's what I mean. That's why I'm surprised you admired someone like H. When you go and say s**t like that, I just don't get it." And he didn't look like he was going to spend any more time worrying about it, anyway.
"Ah, man." Robert hiccuped, and smiled. "This sucks." His voice didn't match his words. "Messed up situation.. I'm sorry, Jerry." His smile disappeared, and he tried to sober up for just one second to look at him seriously. "No, really. I'm sorry. b***h is not worth you."
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