Sitcom AU

[keenly]

TESSA SULLIVAN

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QUOTES, SONG LYRICS, WITTY THINGS, OR WHATEVER GO HERE

I WILL NEVER KNOW THE WAY IT FEELS TO BE JUST ANYONE

BENEDICT ARTEMIZIO

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COLIN ANJU KEANE

Nursing student, future registered nurse. From Toronto, grew up in foster care etc etc will flesh this out

IT SEEMS THE VOICES IN MY HEAD I SELDOM GET TO CHOOSE

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ALEX AGIAD

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[sulahnan]

"--'cos I'm not stuck," she's still saying, with some intermittent sounds of effort. "I swear I fit through last time..."

[keenly]

"Please tell me you're just in the drunk tank." There's more worry than irritation in Colin's voice.

[altusimperius]

"Stop-- STOP," Bene snaps at the other voice, which is so clearly Tessa it would be insulting to claim otherwise. "You're going to get your head stuck! I'm ON the PHONE."

The receiver comes closer again. "No," he says primly, "...wait. Yes." A pause. "...say the question again."

[sulahnan]

Tessa's voice becomes even more distant as she apparently turns to speak away from Benedict.

"Oh, good, you're back! Can you just give me a little shove--"

[keenly]

On the other end, Colin is yanking a pair of jeans out of a basket of clean laundry and putting them on. It doesn't matter if they're his or Bene's.

"Just tell me where you are, why, and how much money I need. And-and if you need your insurance cards."

Please be the drunk tank and not the hospital or a more serious crime.

[altusimperius]

Colin's voice is getting strained, and Benedict is already annoyed. The last thing he needs is for this to become some huge dramatic production (unless he deems it so, which is different).

"Calm dowwwn," he sighs, "I don't know, like..."
He meets eyes with the tired jail guard, who looks like she's about ready to spike him like a football.

"...ten thousand?" he concludes in a small voice. Then, quickly, "my parents will pay you back."

[sulahnan]

"Yeah just gimme a little push, you know, like Winnie the Pooh. But don't get handsy or else! My boyfriend is in the Greek mafia, he'll chop your hands off!"

[keenly]

"...Yen?" Colin asks in a dazed little voice, because he definitely does not have ten thousand pounds.

The jeans are a little snug and several inches too long. He jams his feet into shoes anyway.

[altusimperius]

"Yen? What do you think?" Bene snips back, sounding frazzled, his voice drifting away again.

"TESSA, STOP."

[sulahnan]

"YOU STOP, I'M TRYING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION HERE can you believe this guy? Come on, can't you give me my own drunk tank or something?"

[keenly]

A sigh of relief when he hears Athessa. "It's just the drunk tank? They should let you out once you've sobered up. You'll be fine."

[altusimperius]

"YOU STOP! Wait. Wait-- babe, say again? What??"

[sulahnan]

"But no seriously it's kind of fucked up that there isn't a separate drunk tank for men. You should know how many crimes are committed against women every day and how many are perpetrated by men. You're a cop--"

[keenly]

Two fingers rub the top of his forehead, where a tension headache is budding.

"They'll let you out when you've sobered up."

[altusimperius]

"Babe-- Colin? Colin no, don't--"

He looks back at Tessa in time for the guard to patiently explain that they both started crying when they tried to separate them, so--

"--Colin you can't leave me here like this."

[sulahnan]

Ugh, fine. Begrudgingly, Tessa gives up on this route and moves closer to where Benedict is making his one phone call.

"Hey, hurry up so I can make my phone call. If Colin won't come get us I'll just call Alexios."

[keenly]

"I'm not. I'm on my way. I'm just saying you shouldn't need bail, they'll just let you out in the morning."

[altusimperius]

"No," Benedict replies faintly, cringing at the thought of Alexios being the one to show up: even if the big lug chose to bring him along, he doubts he'd enjoy the experience.

"Oh-- oh thank god," he sighs into the receiver, so relieved there are tears in his eyes, "thank you, thank you, we'll see you soon--"
He actually kisses the phone before the guard wrenches it back away from him and hangs up.

[sulahnan]

"Dude," she makes a face. "Do you know how many people have touched that?"

[keenly]

Colin isn't mad, though he is wondering what that weird noise was right before he hung up. Chasing after Bene during his crises is something with which he has long since made his peace. Right now he's not angry so much as predictably terrified of trotting through London in the dead of night by himself. Toronto, he could navigate, but he hasn't lived in London long enough to have the familiarity required to gauge the level of threat he is facing. He keeps an eye out while maintaining a decent speed.

When he arrives, a constable takes pity and lets the prisoners out. Colin is there to meet them as they come into the foyer, Bene's jeans bunched around his ankles, his expression of worry dissolving into relief.

"You're okay," he sighs.

[altusimperius]

Okay? Does he even know what okay looks like?

Benedict practically launches himself into Colin's arms, gripping the shorter man tightly in his rangey embrace with the air of a newly-freed prisoner of war.
"It was awful," he whimpers, keeping his voice low so Tessa won't hear and pick on him.

[sulahnan]

For her part, Tessa stops at the desk first instead of rushing for a hug--she doesn't really want one anyway, so it's fine. But she isn't the bearer of happy tidings by the time she joins her friends.

"They're not giving your stuff back. Sorry for getting you out of bed for this, Col."

[keenly]

"I know." Colin doesn't know, but the least productive thing on earth is to try to convince Benedict that he shouldn't be upset. Or anyone else, really. He returns the embrace and rubs his back with one hand. "We'll get you home, make you some hot chocolate, and put you to bed."

Of course by we he means I, but he doesn't mind so much. He likes taking care of people and Benedict is someone who lets him. He lets go of his boyfriend as Tessa comes into the room.

"What stuff?" he asks, glancing between them. He has a suspicion--he knows what Benedict gets up to--but hopes against hope.

[altusimperius]

Benedict turns as if to say something to Tessa, but Colin's question stops him cold. He goes a bit still, then looks at his boyfriend, affecting a smile that comes off as guilty no matter how guileless he tries to make it.
"Nothing," he says evasively, "doesn't matter."

[sulahnan]

She gives him an unimpressed side-eye.

"Yeah, well, they won't give my weed back either, even though it's medical."

It's not, at least not in an official sense, but who's gonna check? Nobody!