noteasytobepink | Wheelsy AU ~ Hollywood Nights

"I think I might need a refresher," meaning yes of course. Because it'd be fun. A lot of fun.

"And of course it's not that fairy tale confection of a wedding everyone grows up with somehow. No, it's quick, legal, and fun, which are all things I think Doc can appreciate. He wouldn't want to do something that reminds him of his first wife after all."

"We'll have t'do that sometime, then."

Bill then bowed his head and nodded, because it was a fairy tale, wasn't it?

"He'd get a kick out of somethin' like that, that's for sure. I guess the only thing for you t'do is find him a beach full of single old ladies."

"Yes, we will. Soon I think because it's about mating season from what I can hear out the window." Which meant TADPOLES! She didn't know if frogs had multiple seasons, therefore...soon!

"Huh, point. Know any?" Because it was his planet and all! "Do you think he'll suspect our motives?"

"Do I know where to pick up old ladies? Um, no. My guess would be somewhere in Florida."

That wasn't something he really needed to know, after all.

"He always suspects somethin', he's a crazy old man. But, if you throw him enough false leads he might not put it together until too late."

"Florida is a start! See, I'd have missed that entirely!" WAY TO GO BILL! Hee hee hee? "We'll refine from there!"

And yes, Doc was a crazy old man, but a smart one.

"Maybe we'll have to be actually sneaky."

"I hope by 'we' you mean you, because I ain't qualified t'be a matchmaker."

Turning back to his beer again as he poured more whiskey into his empty cup, he shook his head.

"I say best plan is dump him on a beach with some old ladies, an' let him manage the rest."

"It isn't match making if you have no actual target in mind to match him with." DOOOOOOMED. "Just erotic stranding I guess?"

Maybe anyway? It wasn't even a crime!

"You plan on drinking all that tonight Bill?"

Bill made a face.

"That just sounds dirty."

Stopping his pouring, he looked at the bottle and shrugged.

"I had it in mind to when I bought it, but maybe I'll fall asleep before it's gone."

"Well, yes, it can be dirty Bill." Very dirty, but in a fun way?

Ah. Of course.

"Seems a sucky way to spend a night in Hollywood."

He made another face and shook his head.

"I think I'm done talkin' on it." The images it was creating were just not good ones.

Setting the bottle on the table, he smoothed his thumb along the dark glass.

"Yeah, well, my tour guide left me, an' I don't need t'be the dumb redneck who got himself lost in L.A.."

"One, you're not dumb. Two, you're not a rednecked hick. Three, you have the common sense and instincts of a sheriff so I'm pretty sure it'd be damned hard to take advantage of you. Four, I'm sure there are people like you who might need as much company and maybe a nice game of pool instead of more whiskey. They may even know football and what better way to spend a night than arguing sports in a bar made for people who miss their own small towns?" Because she traveled a lot she was familiar with the way people tended to recreate what they missed.

"Shall I abuse my cop-like powers here and do an internet search for you?"

"I don't feel like goin' out or company right now."

He was being tolerant enough of her presence, but he didn't think he wanted to deal with a room full of strangers.

"Besides, I know what you're tryin' t'do, an' sendin' me out to a bar ain't gonna get it done. I'm a social drinker more'n a drown your sorrows guy."

If he did manage to find a good time it might turn out too good.

"What I'm trying to do is decide whether I'm kidnapping you home for your own good and tossing you in the tank too or if you get to stay there and be morose." If she was feeling charitable by that point she'd leave a note for Starla?

She wasn't likely to be feeling charitable though. Starla drove the man to drink, often, and therefore was on Clarice's shit list.

"I'm not the type to sit idle when good men crack."

[ooc: Also? Just imported Mary-Jean. I forgot we had done summat with her and Logan!]

"Clarice, I'm'a be fine. I just-- I need some time, that's all."

If he could drown himself tonight, then he'd be able to pull himself back together to get through tomorrow.

[ooc: Oh! I... don't remember who that is, but yay old charries. Shall be on in a bit here if you're abouts]

"Time isn't commonly measured in empty whiskey bottles and beer cans, just so you know." Hmmm, maybe she'd break this Starla's knees? That would be a start on registering complaints against the woman for the way she treated Bill.

[ooc: I'll link you when I get on AIM after foods ^^]

"Yeah, well I guess the good news in that is when I finish this they probably won't sell me any more."

He knew he'd need to slow down until Clarice was gone, so he kept on sipping, and ate another piece of cucumber from the bundle.

Guess who might have been keen on his plan? She didn't appear to be letting that portal fade in the least yet!

"No, the good news is that I haven;t found cause to take it away yet. Sheesh, you have an iron stomach Bill. How do you not have bleeding ulcers yet?"

"I dunno, muscle mass, I guess."

He shrugged, and fiddled with the tab on his beer.

"Problems like that only come when your at it all the time."

"And how many times since we've met have you done your damnedest to drain a whole bottle?" She was going by observed evidence!

Bill's hand stopped, and his eyes narrowed a fraction on her.

"Not that many."

You're averaging one a month since we met." Because she'd known him....all of two months. My, time did fly didn't it? "At least you only drink weak American beer the other days bit..."

"But what?" His expression fixed into a glare, and he straightened up on his seat.

"You ain't even known me all that long. Couple bad nights you've been around for, that's all."

"But I still worry about you, naturally. You're my only real connection in this world." And that meant her only partner and teammate for now. "And no, I haven't which tends to mean one of two things. One, you really needed someone outside the situation to break down around, or two, drama follows me like the damn plague and I'm hoping it's not that cause it gives me a headache."

"I ain't breaking down."

Beat, and some of the defensive aggravation bleeds out of him.

"An' it ain't nothin' to do with you. I've actually liked havin' you around this past while."

"Different definitions of 'breaking down' I think." Hers meant 'allowing things to leak through the general wall that the rest of the world saw'.

Beat.

"It's cause I look good in a towel right? Damn, should have considered that as a social ice breaking sooner! Think the precinct would mind?"

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