dont_turn_around: (dapper gentleman)
Mr. Grossmann ([personal profile] dont_turn_around) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-10-14 11:11 pm
Entry tags:

(no subject)

Hush, little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed
In your closet, in your head

found you.
lt_shea62truck: (sad lieutenant is sad)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-10-20 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kenny has ventured into the bar again after staying away from it for about a week. He was sure that whatever had been weirding him out was just a phase, and he thought that it had passed. But as soon as he set foot inside, that strange feeling returned.

Maybe a few drinks will drive it away.

He ensconces himself in a shadowy booth with a glass and a bottle of scotch and hopes that he'll eventually be too drunk to be scared.
lt_shea62truck: (you have got to be kidding)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-10-20 12:40 am (UTC)(link)

He fights the urge to glance over his shoulder. The hand curled around his glass of scotch starts to shake.

"This is not happening."

He gulps the liquor down.
gavin62truck: (Tommy & Lou: doubly confused)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-10-20 01:40 am (UTC)(link)

The empty glass clatters onto the table, and Kenny is compelled to look up.

"Tommy...Jesus Christ," he exhales shakily, trying to get a hold of his nerves.

Tommy approaches the booth even though a chill wafts in, seemingly enveloping them both. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Kenny shoots back.

"Just asking." Tommy won't sit down. Not here. He glances around. "Listen, I need to talk to you--"

"Why the hell don't you just stop following me and leave me alone?"

The paranoia is running deep.
gavin62truck: (Tommy & Lou: duo)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-10-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me?" Tommy spits. "I ain't following you, man, it's this-- this thing that's goin' around--"

"You're in on it, whatever it is, aren't you?" Kenny insists, pointing at him and clutching his bottle of liquor.

"What? Christ, no. Lou, what the hell're you--"

"Don't take my scotch!"

"I'm not gonna take your goddamn scotch!"

"You've always wanted my scotch--"

This falsity is cut off by a coughing fit. Kenny covers his mouth and tries to stand up, to get away...
gavin62truck: (Tommy & Lou: duo)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-10-20 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Tommy moves to help him, but Kenny pulls away.

"Get away from me!"

"I'm only tryin'--"

"Stop following--"

More coughing, and this time it grips Tommy as well.

Tommy barks out between coughs, "You goddamn lush!" He reaches for the bottle of liquor.


Kenny turns around to fight him off.

The shadows have grown deeper, the air colder.
gavin62truck: (Tommy & Lou: doubly confused)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-10-20 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
The bottle of scotch falls to the floor and smashes into pieces--

Tommy has never seen Kenny look this afraid of anything in his life.

(He's also never seen him move so fast.)

The chill comes up behind Tommy and seems to want to hold him back, to wrap around his limbs and tie him down--


He breaks free from the cold and takes off after his friend as he heads for the stairs.