[Chrissy sure acts fast, and he appreciates that. He was ready to put up a struggle if anyone was there to try and kick them out, but she was ready to bail, and hell, it's good to be prepared to do both.
He just shakes his head as the housekeeping staff seems to give up and leave, and grabs a shirt from one of her piles to pull it on. Much better, doesn't smell like sweat and whatever all that other shit was anymore.]
Yeah, that's what I'm thinkin'. I'll see if I can get one of 'em to answer. Might be asleep.
[But whatever, if it was him he'd want to be woken up to find his missing brother was fine.
He sits himself down on the bed and grabs the phone to dial Alex. And it rings, and rings, and when nobody picks up he just tries again until eventually he gives up and tries Dale's number.
And it's Dale he gets, eventually, though the voice that greets him on the other end is so rough from sleep and a long night out it's nearly unrecognizable, and it makes him laugh.]
Rise an' shine, man. Yeah, I know it's early, but was there ever gonna be a good time? I tried Alex first, you oughta go kick in the door for me an' drag him outta bed.
[He talks with a big dumb grin on his face, waiting for the exact moment - ah yep, there it is, there's Dale flipping the fuck out into his ear loud enough Chrissy can probably hear.]
Took you almost a minute, asshole. Yeah, it's me. An' yeah, I died, kinda. This isn't a fucking joke, man, I mean it, I died. Did that weird guy ever turn up at the clubhouse? He was supposed to tell you guys what happened - oh, cool. Man, fuckin' Loonie is so on top of shit, I swear. Dunno what we'd do without her. Hey, look, I'm callin' 'cause I want you guys to know I'm comin' home. Just... Kinda needed to clear my head for a bit. Bein' black-brained, it's real fucked up. Hey, where is Alex, anyway, you said he's not home?
[They talk for a bit, and Johnnie reassures him that yes, he'll be there soon - maybe a week, because Texas is huge and who knows what's between him and LA, but he's on his way and yeah, tell everyone else because there better be a huge fucking party when he gets there. When he hangs up, he's smiling bright, happy in a way he hasn't quite felt since he died. Chrissy is great to have with him, sure, absolutely, but he missed his brothers and all his friends. Feels like reality is piecing itself back together again, just talking to Dale.]
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He just shakes his head as the housekeeping staff seems to give up and leave, and grabs a shirt from one of her piles to pull it on. Much better, doesn't smell like sweat and whatever all that other shit was anymore.]
Yeah, that's what I'm thinkin'. I'll see if I can get one of 'em to answer. Might be asleep.
[But whatever, if it was him he'd want to be woken up to find his missing brother was fine.
He sits himself down on the bed and grabs the phone to dial Alex. And it rings, and rings, and when nobody picks up he just tries again until eventually he gives up and tries Dale's number.
And it's Dale he gets, eventually, though the voice that greets him on the other end is so rough from sleep and a long night out it's nearly unrecognizable, and it makes him laugh.]
Rise an' shine, man. Yeah, I know it's early, but was there ever gonna be a good time? I tried Alex first, you oughta go kick in the door for me an' drag him outta bed.
[He talks with a big dumb grin on his face, waiting for the exact moment - ah yep, there it is, there's Dale flipping the fuck out into his ear loud enough Chrissy can probably hear.]
Took you almost a minute, asshole. Yeah, it's me. An' yeah, I died, kinda. This isn't a fucking joke, man, I mean it, I died. Did that weird guy ever turn up at the clubhouse? He was supposed to tell you guys what happened - oh, cool. Man, fuckin' Loonie is so on top of shit, I swear. Dunno what we'd do without her. Hey, look, I'm callin' 'cause I want you guys to know I'm comin' home. Just... Kinda needed to clear my head for a bit. Bein' black-brained, it's real fucked up. Hey, where is Alex, anyway, you said he's not home?
[They talk for a bit, and Johnnie reassures him that yes, he'll be there soon - maybe a week, because Texas is huge and who knows what's between him and LA, but he's on his way and yeah, tell everyone else because there better be a huge fucking party when he gets there. When he hangs up, he's smiling bright, happy in a way he hasn't quite felt since he died. Chrissy is great to have with him, sure, absolutely, but he missed his brothers and all his friends. Feels like reality is piecing itself back together again, just talking to Dale.]