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Rep nodded and immediately regretted doing so as pain once again wracked him completely. "You knew that already though man. It's no new." He didn't give Melvin the satisfaction of knowing that it bothered him to think he was enough to make someone throw up and the deep seated self conciousness that provoked. He told himself they'd just drank way too much and that was it, but the rest of him wasn't buying it.

Getting up off the floor, he staggered over to the door, the room spinning just a bit. He slammed on it with his fist.

"Oi! Geez our ********' mobiles man. We want a phonecall." he snarled. The hatch slid back and an officer looking entirely unimpressed stated. "Right. We'll get you it in a minute. Clean yourself up."

It closed again, he rested his forehead against the cool steel of the door. "Gotta hand it to you though, you had more balls than I thought"

"I'm homophobic, I don't like touching ******** queers. I know you aren't one. That's the difference." he smirked as if this was somehow simple.

It took a bit but the hatch opened again and their phones were passed through irritably. "You have five minutes."

Rep sorted his own phone from Melvin's by the memory stick keychains he had on it, handing over the Lifer's to him.

He sent out a few urgent texts the second he had it.

To Harrison

In Jail in Edinburgh, near portal point I logged in at. With Melvin. Got Arrested. Bring Money.

To Jordan

Made slight alcohol miscalculation, in police station near last portal I took. Melvin's fault. Help. Bring Money.

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Toshihiko Two

Prolixity

It was almost morning, and their phones were going off. Jordan groaned sleepily and fumbled the phones off the nightstand, thinking bleary, irritable thoughts about early-morning missions. He dropped Harrison's phone on his pillow beside him and flipped his own open.

It was not an early morning mission. Rep hadn't come back after all, and there was a reason for that. Slight alcohol miscalculation. Jordan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up, increasingly irritable about the whole thing, including some part of his mind being annoyed that he hadn't been part of this, which, of course, he wouldn't have been, because he was just not that kind of person by anyone's standards, including Rep's.

He hadn't thought Melvin was the type to get stupid about alcohol either, but apparently he'd been wrong. He wasn't inclined to believe the part about Melvin's fault, but then again, he hadn't thought Melvin was the sort to go off on what had apparently been a drunken bar crawl with Rep, either.



He carefully backspaced, letter by letter.



Then he looked at Harrison. "What the hell."

Jerry had woken to the sound of his phone, immediately expecting a mission or some such trouble- after scrambling for his glasses and digesting what he was reading, he frowned.

It was trouble, alright.

With a sigh, he pursed his lips, wondering just how much this Bail was going to be- he wasn't known for being the most well funded Hunter. Well. Jailbreak it was going to be. He pulled on his most casual 'street clothes', his cleanest, less soot-stained and burnt pants and his friendliest shirt before making his way to the portals. He didn't even stop for coffee on the way, that was how much he cared about his friends. Really. His guitar was strapped to his back- if they were eating into his own Leave Time, then he was going to enjoy it at least.

Would they take a card? He hoped he had enough balance. Oh god. He made his way to the location Melvin had linked in his text, but the closer he got to the building, the more nervous he grew. He'd never been to Scotland before. Something about how Rep had turned out as a person, and the countless movies he had seen where they had been portrayed as burly, angry people with unintelligible accents just made it worse.

By the time he made it to the jail house, he put on his most winning smile, "Ah... excuse me?"

Two well-endowed mustaches were turned his way.

"I'm here to bail out a couple friends of mine-"

"Looks like we got ourselves a buskin' Yank over here."

"I... er... what?"

A lot more things were said, lost in a deep swirl of annoyed and heavily accented ranting. Before Jerry could even ask for an explanation, two more cops were on him and before he could even ask what the heck 'busking' was. "W-wait! WAIT WAIT I'M JUST HERE TO BAIL OUT MY FRIENDS!"

"We don't tolerate your lot here!"

"Bloody street performers, let him rot-"

Unfortunately, the first thing that came to Jerry's panic stricken mind as he was manhandled to the cells was, 'that would almost make a good song-' at least until his guitar was suddenly torn from his back. That was when the panicked screaming started. A good, firm punch to his jaw, sending his glasses askew was enough to quiet him down a bit, and seeing stars, he was tossed in with the others.

Melvin was waiting, checking his phone until they were told to pass it back under a very deep threat of keeping them longer and never giving their phone back. Seeing as it was Deus property, he didn't even want to know what sort of trouble he'd get into for loosing his phone.

Returning it back, Melvin waited, tapping his foot and trying to gauge just how badly he'd been hurt. Not to mention just exactly had happened at the bar. Part of him frowned most of the time, then his brow would knit as he thought - Did he actually punch a guy into a crowd, and then he'd frown again that he kissed some girl who he probably didn't get to brush her teeth first. He yearned for a toothbrush and some mouthwash. Then his frown would turn to clenched teeth as he would remember Rep dragging him out and having called him a b***h not a few minutes back, and then sigh that he would be paying this out of his paycheck.

When he heard a commotion, he looked up and backed up slightly to see the cops move in. From the commotion, he knew they were getting a new cell buddy and really didn't want to hang out with some disorderly stranger. What was tossed in had Melvin just looked surprised and his mouth slightly open.

Then he groaned. "God dammit, Jerry! I asked you to get us OUT of jail, not to get yourself in!" Placing a hand to his brow, he groaned to the ceiling. This day was just ******** MAGICAL!

It was slowly getting more urgent that they got rescued, what was a bit of a ******** up was starting to turn into some kind of inter division scandal with two full Sun hunters now trapped. He had to wonder what the ******** the poor guys in this police station thought was even happening between freakishly strong nerds and their Hawaiian shirt wearing rescuers.

"Stop ******** blubbering." he sighed. "There's no amount of greetin' is gaunnae get you out of here. I texted the guys, Jordan says they are on their way, there might still be hope."

"You... you... you were c-cutting into... into my leave time and I thought... I thought it might be.... be nice to... to make a day of it and..." Jerry hiccuped and blubbered and shrank down onto the hard floor with growing despair. "I... I d-d-don't know what happen-appen-appened I just.... I d-d-didn't even p-play it I was just asking about you g-guys and... and...." Another bought of fresh sobs, "I've n-never in my LIFE been arrested b-before!! This... this is against my... my constitutional RIGHTS!!" And he didn't even have a passport to prove he deserved said American constitutional rights.

"I... I d-d-don't know! I... I could... could call C-c-candace I sup... suppose but... but... oh... oh god..." And the tears were back as the panic attack gripped him.

Melvin stabbed a finger in Rep's direction. "I am NOT your b***h anything." He made a pointed glare to show that Melvin was not letting Rep start making that a habit from the start. That would not root into a nickname. He would not allow it.

Crossing his arms, he sighed. He GUESSED Jerry had a point. He had come here after all, proving he actually gave a damn even when Melvin wasn't his close friends. He hadn't really been talking to the man after such a weird dream he had ages ago. A dream he didn't want to focus too much thought on.

"Fine. I'm sorry I had to inconvenience you to use one of your leave days for this, but this doesn't help any of us. I don't even know if Jordan can pay for the damages we caused and with whatever charge Jerry here caused in the few minutes he was on the streets." Melvin blamed Jerry's choice in clothes today. "...which I think could be contributed a bit to what he's wearing. That's what you wear on leave?" He was a bit astonished this guy had nothing else.

He was getting distracted.

Walking over, Melvin swiped a few paper towels from the dispenser and went over to hand them to the sobbing Sun. "Come on, Jerry. Stop...all this." He vaguely gestured to all of Jerry. "You're not even in as much trouble as we are. I haven't been in jail either and I'm still in one piece. At least you didn't sleep on that mattress." Melvin was clearly worse off in many ways.