Yeah. I forgot to put the disclaimer and stuff on the first chapter so I'm doing it now. Stop laughing, I'm new to this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark Angel universe, nor any of the characters. They belong to Cameron and Eglee and all those people. So now you can't sue me...well, you can, but you'll lose. :)
Hope you all enjoy Lydecker as a drunkard. And please pay no mind to the slight, er, "convenience" of the situation. I was just starting out and I couldn't think of any other way to do it. Blah at myself.
*******
Lydecker downed another shot and dropped the glass onto the bar. It began to roll down to the other end until the tender scooped it up into his hand and looked with pity on the broken, disheveled man before him.
"I think you've had enough, Mister," the tender said as he ran a cloth along the glossy finish of the bar. Lydecker nodded slightly and let his head fall into his hands. "Female trouble?" the tender pried.
"Yyyou mighth sssay that," Lydecker slurred.
"Ah," the tender laughed. "Don't let 'er get ya too down. She's just some chick, afterall."
"Heh," Lydecker chuckled. "Yyyou...haf nooo idea."
"Whatever you say, man, whatever you say." The tender walked away, then, much to Lydecker's relief. He didn't take kindly to such nosey people, and he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, anyway. He needed to be alone to himself and his thoughts...well, more like he needed to escape both of those things. That was why he was drinking himself silly, wasn't it? Oh, and he was so disappointed in himself...after all that mumbo jumbo he'd spewed out at that last AA meeting about will power and self-control, here he was doing the exact thing he'd put his audience down for, relapsing, giving in. He felt like a colossal hypocrite, which definitely didn't offer his mood any benefit, let alone his fading resolve to get up and leave before he drank any more. Where would he head if he left, anyway? Renfro had it out for him, and though he'd managed to lay low on the streets the past couple days, the alcohol had obviously greatly impaired his senses and reaction time. His drunkenness required that he spend the night someplace that was at least partially secure, and if there was any such place, the streets of Seattle at night were definitely the farthest from. Yet...he couldn't stay at the bar all night, not if he wanted to resist drinking any more. He couldn't stay with Krit or Syl...they'd fled Seattle as soon as the van had been dumped, something he probably should have done. God, he'd really been an idiot these last few days, hadn't he? Oh well, not important now, he needed to find a place to crash. Where to go, where to go...hmmm...hey, what about that Logan guy? Yes, Logan...Logan...the myopic wonder. And he lived...where DID he live? Oh, this was a problem...but maybe someone here knew him...or maybe not...but it was worth a shot, wasn't it?
He pulled himself around the bar to a girl who looked to be just as depressed as he was, if that were possible, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Exxxcussse me," he said. She turned to him and subsequently scowled disapprovingly.
"Yeah?" Original Cindy asked.
"Doo...yyyou happennn to know...annnyone by thhhe namme uhhf Logan? Blawnnde, bluue eyethss, glasssses?" he managed to slur.
Original Cindy stare at him as if he had lobsters crawling out his ears. This was only slightly strange... "What's it ta you?" she grumbled.
"Olld frienduh...needuh placcce to ssstay toonight."
"So, what? Y'up wanna know where homeboy's crib's at?"
Lydecker nodded. "Yyyeah...yyeah..."
Cindy thought this over for a minute, weighing out the possible outcomes of the situation. It was incredibly suspicious, yes, and it could always be another Logan this guy was talking about. But...if this man WAS a friend, there'd be no harm in sending him where he wanted to go, and it might be a bit amusing to hear later on of Logan's reaction to some random drunken guy showing up at his place and demanding to spend the night. She was sort of on the angry side right now when it came to him, anyway. So what the hell?
"Original Cindy ain't trustin this as much as she prolly should..." she began, "...but she gonna tell ya anyway."
"Exxxcellent."
*******
Logan sat gazing out the window, imagining the sound of Max's rope hitting the floor of the foyer, of her coming up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder, greeting him with a "hey". Instead, he got someone pounding at his door. He sighed heavily, reluctantly pulling himself up and making his way across his apartment to answer the door. To his surprise, he found himself looking down into the face of an extraordinarily drunk Lydecker.
"Logan," Lydecker mumbled. "I...needuh placcce to ssstay." With that, he dropped to the floor, nearly taking Logan with him. Logan leaned back against the doorframe and ran a hand through his hair as he stared down at Lydecker in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.
"This week just keeps getting better..."
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark Angel universe, nor any of the characters. They belong to Cameron and Eglee and all those people. So now you can't sue me...well, you can, but you'll lose. :)
Hope you all enjoy Lydecker as a drunkard. And please pay no mind to the slight, er, "convenience" of the situation. I was just starting out and I couldn't think of any other way to do it. Blah at myself.
*******
Lydecker downed another shot and dropped the glass onto the bar. It began to roll down to the other end until the tender scooped it up into his hand and looked with pity on the broken, disheveled man before him.
"I think you've had enough, Mister," the tender said as he ran a cloth along the glossy finish of the bar. Lydecker nodded slightly and let his head fall into his hands. "Female trouble?" the tender pried.
"Yyyou mighth sssay that," Lydecker slurred.
"Ah," the tender laughed. "Don't let 'er get ya too down. She's just some chick, afterall."
"Heh," Lydecker chuckled. "Yyyou...haf nooo idea."
"Whatever you say, man, whatever you say." The tender walked away, then, much to Lydecker's relief. He didn't take kindly to such nosey people, and he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, anyway. He needed to be alone to himself and his thoughts...well, more like he needed to escape both of those things. That was why he was drinking himself silly, wasn't it? Oh, and he was so disappointed in himself...after all that mumbo jumbo he'd spewed out at that last AA meeting about will power and self-control, here he was doing the exact thing he'd put his audience down for, relapsing, giving in. He felt like a colossal hypocrite, which definitely didn't offer his mood any benefit, let alone his fading resolve to get up and leave before he drank any more. Where would he head if he left, anyway? Renfro had it out for him, and though he'd managed to lay low on the streets the past couple days, the alcohol had obviously greatly impaired his senses and reaction time. His drunkenness required that he spend the night someplace that was at least partially secure, and if there was any such place, the streets of Seattle at night were definitely the farthest from. Yet...he couldn't stay at the bar all night, not if he wanted to resist drinking any more. He couldn't stay with Krit or Syl...they'd fled Seattle as soon as the van had been dumped, something he probably should have done. God, he'd really been an idiot these last few days, hadn't he? Oh well, not important now, he needed to find a place to crash. Where to go, where to go...hmmm...hey, what about that Logan guy? Yes, Logan...Logan...the myopic wonder. And he lived...where DID he live? Oh, this was a problem...but maybe someone here knew him...or maybe not...but it was worth a shot, wasn't it?
He pulled himself around the bar to a girl who looked to be just as depressed as he was, if that were possible, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Exxxcussse me," he said. She turned to him and subsequently scowled disapprovingly.
"Yeah?" Original Cindy asked.
"Doo...yyyou happennn to know...annnyone by thhhe namme uhhf Logan? Blawnnde, bluue eyethss, glasssses?" he managed to slur.
Original Cindy stare at him as if he had lobsters crawling out his ears. This was only slightly strange... "What's it ta you?" she grumbled.
"Olld frienduh...needuh placcce to ssstay toonight."
"So, what? Y'up wanna know where homeboy's crib's at?"
Lydecker nodded. "Yyyeah...yyeah..."
Cindy thought this over for a minute, weighing out the possible outcomes of the situation. It was incredibly suspicious, yes, and it could always be another Logan this guy was talking about. But...if this man WAS a friend, there'd be no harm in sending him where he wanted to go, and it might be a bit amusing to hear later on of Logan's reaction to some random drunken guy showing up at his place and demanding to spend the night. She was sort of on the angry side right now when it came to him, anyway. So what the hell?
"Original Cindy ain't trustin this as much as she prolly should..." she began, "...but she gonna tell ya anyway."
"Exxxcellent."
*******
Logan sat gazing out the window, imagining the sound of Max's rope hitting the floor of the foyer, of her coming up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder, greeting him with a "hey". Instead, he got someone pounding at his door. He sighed heavily, reluctantly pulling himself up and making his way across his apartment to answer the door. To his surprise, he found himself looking down into the face of an extraordinarily drunk Lydecker.
"Logan," Lydecker mumbled. "I...needuh placcce to ssstay." With that, he dropped to the floor, nearly taking Logan with him. Logan leaned back against the doorframe and ran a hand through his hair as he stared down at Lydecker in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.
"This week just keeps getting better..."