Nick Burkhardt (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
detectivetroll) wrote2013-08-16 08:47 pm
detectivetroll) wrote2013-08-16 08:47 pm
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You've reached Detective Nick Burkhardt. If this is an emergency, please call 911. Otherwise leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.
[Calls, texts, and emails are a-okay! He has both a work email and personal email, and an office phone and cell phone. Just specify which one.]
it's okay he'll be paying for it in hangover
BEECUSE FJCIKNG ALIens wsntto fujign killl us ll
teyh said so on te forujm aceptble collie colartail dmg all lifie on earth
wajtre we eve supposed to do aginst ffkingi aiens we didnt even thnink aliens existted
andtje cops oarr OUR COWIRKRS aree gona elp them DIYOU BILIVE ME NOW?
[Oh lord, a drunk man with access to a capslock key. God help you, Nick.]
Nick hopes it's really bad
Where are you, are you in public?
sobs this whole thread is terrible
sure
like inth ose post apouca apollo acopa poppy
END OFT HE WORLD moovies
were they ahve ine kast go beore they die riht dick
[...That's...not a typo. SOB.]
id tidesnt mater weere iann
inm not dyign YET so yiy cna googo bacj tisleep
crying with laughter omg
If that was a proposition, I'm flattered and you know you're very sexy, but office romances never work out.
[But then he turns more serious.]
Dude, no, I might be a dick but I'm not a jerk. I'm not leaving you out there like this, I'll come pick you up.
SOB sorry i'm late. and also for this tag fsdkjfs ;;;;
an donr pretebd to giv a shit
ikl get a taxi ors mthng
[he’ll feel so bad about this in the morning, oh god.]
IT'S OKAY i love you anyway. and fgafds kotetsu
I'm not pretending, man. Not with you.
[He better feel bad. Or at least tell Nick where he is.]
YAY for love!! /snugs on
[...oops capslock again.]
<333
[Stop making him say uncomfortable serious things involving emotions and just tell him, geez.]
Besides if you didn't want someone who'd come get you, you drunk texted the wrong cop. I have to do it often enough for my partner, and at least you probably still have your pants.
<33333!!!
you sitl tryst THEM
[The narration feels the need to point that despite being utterly trashed out of his mind, he's still sober enough not to suggest ditching his pants to get rid of Nick. Some things even alcohol cannot do.
...He doesn't respond to that part at all, in fact.]
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I trust you more than I trust them.
[Too bad, because that would have been hilarious. It wouldn't have worked, though, since Nick would have just offered the spare pair of pants he keeps in his car for when he has to pick up his drunk partner.]
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[There's several minutes of nothing from his end, too. He stares at the text, anger dissipating despite himself.]
i dint evn know were iamn
i men mean im inna bar btu dunni wich one
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Can you see any signs inside the bar? Odds are I've had to pick up my partner from it.
You know what, never mind, I'll track the GPS in your phone.
to action?
ok
action!
He doesn't text back, just gets dressed and hunts his friend down, finding the bar relatively quickly. Nick does have a decent amount of experience in this, sadly.
Then he looks around, trying to spot Kotetsu.]
Sarge?
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When he does arrive at the correct bar, he'll find Kotetsu curled up on a barstool at the far end. He's holding on to the phone (now evidently either off or dead) almost protectively as he buries his head in his arms, and doesn't immediately respond to Nick as he calls out for him--though whether it's because he just didn't hear him over the din of the bar or whether he just couldn't summon the will to speak is anyone's guess.]
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But at least he managed not to make a caulk joke.Whatever the reason for Kotetsu's lack of response, it doesn't matter long, because Nick spots him and makes his way over immediately, weaving in and out of the crowd of bar patrons.
When he gets there, he sets a hand on Kotetsu's shoulder, gentle despite his earlier dick-ish conversation.]
All right, man, it's last call for you. [He glances over at the bartender, already getting out his wallet with his other hand.] How much does he owe?
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I had to go look that up cries.His shoulders bunch up at the contact when Nick finally finds him, and he tries to curl up tighter right up until he hears the familiar voice asking the bartender for the bill--at which point he sort of swings his hand out to slap at the hand reaching for a wallet.]
Wha're you doin'...I c'n pay.....
[F-fumbling for his own wallet, now. Might wanna steady him before he falls out of the damn stool.]
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agdsafsd it was a terrible joke.Nick doesn't relent, even with Kotetsu's slapping and ineffectual fumbling for his own wallet. Fortunately, his hand is still on the other cop's shoulder, and he tightens his grip a little to steady him.]
You can't even sit up without falling, man. I got this.
[He's already handing his own credit card over to the bartender, anyway.]
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[The bartender looks a bit conflicted for a moment, but swipes the credit card anyway, handing Nick a receipt and a pen to sign with. Which Kotetsu tries to swipe out of his hand, but you know, hand-eye coordination being completely fucked right now he sort of ends up grasping empty air and growls in frustration.]
.....Gimme th'receipt. M'payin'...y'back t'morrow...
[He doesn't even have enough inhibitions in him to not make a scene about this, oh god. Good thing he's not likely to remember it in the morning...]
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You can pay next time we get lunch or go out after work, all right?
[He shoots the bartender a slightly apologetic smile, and then grabs Kotetsu's hand, to try to pull him up from the stool.]
C'mon. Let's get you to a place with a bed.
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[...He may or may not have just tried to scratch Nick as his hand is grabbed, and in the name of karma he also might have just fallen out of his stool in the attempt. Good thing it wasn't too high.]
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All right, and maybe he moved a little bit more slowly than he could have. Getting scratched sucks, man.]
All right, find, you can have the receipt. Just stop injuring both of us, okay?
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[Ugh, does he have to get up off the floor. The floor seems nice, he'd like to sleep there please.]
...Sorry.
[Did it just occur to him that he scratched Nick or is he apologizing for something else? ~THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW~]
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It's okay, Sarge. Just come with me, all right?
[Nick has no idea what he's apologizing for, either, but he's just going to tell him that it's okay and try to haul him to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist so he can help him outside.]
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Kotetsu's silent for awhile, following Nick outside and then he stops. Sighs, and stares at the ground.]
...Wha're we gonna do?
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