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Pretty sure I'm already there.

I'm not pretending, man. Not with you.

[He better feel bad. Or at least tell Nick where he is.]

JSUT LAEVE ME ALONE DAMIT

[...oops capslock again.]

No. We're in this together, man, you're stuck with me.

[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.

in wHAt tgethr

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.]

Edited 2013-09-06 09:53 (UTC)

[There's a few minutes before the reply comes. Nick doesn't really trust them, but that's because he's used to not trusting anyone. He still hasn't figured out what to do with that changing.]

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.]

[...]

[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

[Oh, good, the emotions part is done. Nick can handle the rest.]

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.

[For now, Nick. For now.]

ok

[Damn it why can't they ever just be done.

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?

[Because Kotetsu is a constantly boiling pot of emotions that occasionally leak despite his best efforts.

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.]

[Then obviously Nick will have to find something to patch up those leaks, because he is terrible at emotions. ~~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?

[~~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.]

[~~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.]

No.

[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...]

Edited 2013-09-28 10:23 (UTC)

[Kotetsu's fumbling is getting completely ignored, as are his frustrated growls, as Nick signs for the tab, along with a pretty good tip. Hopefully that will make up for any scene causing.]

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.

Edited 2013-10-01 06:12 (UTC)

Not 'nough...s'my shitty decisions, I'm...m'gonna pay for 'em...receipt.

[...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.]

[Nick hisses when Kotetsu scratches him, and it distracts him enough that he doesn't quite catch Kotetsu in time.

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?

Hnn.

[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~]

[Yes, he has to get up off the floor. It's a bar floor, man, it's covered with who the hell knows what. Nick isn't going to let him in his car if he sleeps down there.]

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.]

[ghhhh fine fineeee. He lets Nick pull him up to his feet, going along with his friend's efforts to get him up and moving, though his feet do drag a little. Coordinated walking is not a thing that's going to happen right now.

Kotetsu's silent for awhile, following Nick outside and then he stops. Sighs, and stares at the ground.]

...Wha're we gonna do?

[That's fine; Nick's more than used to helping someone who has drunk-coordination get themselves out of the bar.

When Kotetsu stops, so does Nick, mostly because he doesn't really want to try to drag him, at the moment.]

We're going to get you home - if you can manage to give me directions, otherwise we're going to go back to my place - and I'm going to make sure you drink water, and get you somewhere you can sleep. Then I'm going to hang around to make sure you don't kill yourself when it comes time to pray to the porcelain gods.

[...he knows that likely isn't what Kotetsu meant. He's hoping his friend is too drunk to call him on it.]

[YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND, NICK. Alas, Kotetsu's drunk!mind is sadly one-track, at the moment. He sort of slumps forward against Nick, as if his thoughts and fears were a great physical burden on him right now.]

Not...what I meant.

[...]

What'f they kill 'er, Nick. What'f they're just gonna make 'er disappear and it's never even gonna make the news. What if...

[His voice grows a little shaky, and he struggles to keep it from cracking because some part of his brain even now tells him he can't break down in front of Nick like this.]

What if...they get 'way with it 'cause th' only ones who'd think to question it's network people, an' then they can jus' pick us off too....

Edited 2013-10-13 18:59 (UTC)

I know.

[It's quiet, but if Kotetsu is going to go there, then Nick doesn't really have a choice.

He keeps his arm around Kotetsu's waist, wrapping his other one around his friend's shoulders, both to hold him up, and to keep him close. If they're going to do this, Nick wants to be able to talk as quietly as possible.

And maybe that shake in his voice is worrying him a little.]

They won't get away with it. She's not unconnected, Sarge, she has friends. Family. A girlfriend, who will probably rest at nothing to make sure she's found. She'll go to the media, she'll make sure that the story doesn't disappear.

[And he believes that, for the most part. He knows how the conviction of loved ones can make sure that a story doesn't die, that a case doesn't go cold.]

And just because we have to be more careful doesn't mean we're going to stop looking into this.

[He shivers a little in Nick's arms, as if he's cold.]

They got 'way with Paul. An' framin' Jack. Haven' heard from 'im in 'while, Jack. Sears, I mean. Maybe he's a'ready dead. Or worse. God, they 'ere already watchin' 'is fam'ly, what'f he forgot this shit'n went back to them'n they 'ere all taken?!

[OOPS a little loud there...hopefully any passerby just dismiss it as the ramblings of some drunk old man. He's quiet a few moments, curling into Nick a little more, burying his face in his sleeve.]

...M'scared, Nick. We're not...we're not...th'good guys 'nymore. We're not, an' that's--[his voice hitches there for a moment]--tha's fuckin' scary. I dunno wha't'do...

Edited 2013-10-15 08:43 (UTC)

[Nick has no idea what to say to the first bit. He didn't know about the network when whatever happened with Paul happened, he's never met Jack Sears, and the only thing he knows about it is what other people have told him.

But he can hold Kotetsu closer, curling one hand around the back of his friend's neck in an attempt to be at least physically comforting. And then Kotetsu says that, and, well, that he can reply to.]

Hey. [He slides his hand around, making an attempt to tilt Kotetsu's head up so he can meet his eyes.] We're still the good guys, Kotetsu, you're still the good guy. Our jobs, the stuff we do day-to-day, that still matters. You think all the good you do, all the people you help, that's just going to stop because a couple of people at the station are involved in something we didn't expect? No matter how bad that something may be, that doesn't change the good that you still do.

You going to tell all the people you've helped by putting bad guys away that they don't matter anymore, because there's bigger things at stake? Look, the world may need saving on a bigger level than any of us thought, but that doesn't mean it doesn't need saving on a smaller level, too. It doesn't mean you can't be a cop, a good cop, at the same time as you use what you know now to fight against the - the weirder shit.

[...and he'd rambled on a lot more than he'd meant to, but - it's been something he'd been worried about, too, and he hadn't really known what he was going to say before he said it. Except that he believes it, one hundred percent, that Kotetsu could never be the bad guy.]

And you're not alone anymore, man. You don't have to do it alone.

[Which is strange for Nick to even say, much less feel, but since getting a couple of pulses, since Monroe... he's starting to learn what it's like not to be alone.]

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YAY for love!! /snugs on

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