strangebyrds: ([academy] thoughtful)
Oliver Byrd | ♦ 10 ♦ ([personal profile] strangebyrds) wrote in [community profile] wickerpark 2017-07-17 02:52 am (UTC)

He didn't consider it a contest, and probably he would have told Ty about it - if someone else hadn't come into the theatre. It was a popular place for two am.

He shouldn't be surprised, Ollie thought as he came out with drop cloths, that Ty had called his fathers. Both of them, because Elisha might be making sure that Gael made it through this hell, but Hadyn was the one who ran the theatre. Still - not the face he particularly wanted to see. "One way to put it," he said, glancing at Ty, who was giving him a look like he expected him to have a sarcasm-off with Hadyn. To be fair, that would be in character for him of late, but mostly he wanted to get this done, as cleaned up as it could, and have a very large drink. Maybe two.

He waited until Hadyn was out in the hall to call the King of Spades before he looked back over at Ty, and waited until the door closed before he spoke. "I'm not trying to make it a contest," he said. "In the Navy we always thought the ones who did were a little bit psycho."

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