Something Else (Ed)
Edward stood up from the deck chair, walked inside and contemplated finishing the bottle of whiskey he had started half an hour ago. As soon as his mind flicked to the "why the hell not" side of the button, his cat jumped onto the bar inside, rattling a few of the bottles ever so slightly.
"Hey there!" Ed exclaimed, but abruptly shut his mouth when he realised that Ian may already be asleep.
The cat purred as Ed ran his fingers through it's short, sharp fur, then let out a sigh and continued on its way out the door to the deck, probably to go and catch a quick midnight snack or something, Edward thought.
He stood and starred at the outside for a good few minutes before he let out a sigh himself, picked the bottle of whiskey up from the floor and placed it neatly on the shelf with the various other bottles filled with all kinds of alcoholic pleasures. He then walked over to the other side of the bar, where the cleaning cloth had been neatly laid out over one of the barstools, picked it up and startled wiping the bar counter, knowing that it would be something to do while trying to kill time.
It hadn't been long since polishing the bar counter when Edward's phone buzzed quietly in his breast pocket. Being a man of little fucks, Ed took the time to first fold the cloth and putting it back where he got it before retrieving his black iPhone from his pocket and answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey man, I'm in trouble," came from the other side of the line. That very sentence already made it obvious of who was calling.
"I'll see if I can get Barnard to fetch--"
"He's with me."
Figures, Ed thought while rolling his eyes, already feeling the headache that was bound to come due to his lack of caffeine that afternoon. "Alright... Well, Ian's asleep and I'm slightly intoxicated."
"Come on, dude. I never ask you to come and get me. And this is my only call!"
"Because you know that I'd rather you learn your lesson. Too bad I have a soft spot for killing time and feeling needed..."
"You know where to find me. Thank you!"
Edward ended the call without replying. He wanted to go and wake Ian, knowing that would probably be the best, most responsible way to go about that particular scenario, but figured otherwise, instead opting to go and fetch JR himself.
He took his sweet time getting ready to go and fetch JR at the local police station, knowing that his friend would be absolutely fine, so long as he gets out before his stepfather were to find out. Which would go down less than nicely, especially since JR already had a bumpy relationship with his old man to start with.
Ed knew that he was harsh on JR, and that he probably seemed like a total douche at times. He had Ian to thank for that -- not that it was a bad thing, but rather because it had also made him more mature, responsible. In a way, Ian was his mentor, and JR his less-than-smart little brother. Which was why he had to go and fetch his friend.
Knowing that his cat would probably find another way in, Edward closed the doors that led out to the deck, grabbed his keys from the bar counter and headed downstairs and out the front door.
"Hey there!" Ed exclaimed, but abruptly shut his mouth when he realised that Ian may already be asleep.
The cat purred as Ed ran his fingers through it's short, sharp fur, then let out a sigh and continued on its way out the door to the deck, probably to go and catch a quick midnight snack or something, Edward thought.
He stood and starred at the outside for a good few minutes before he let out a sigh himself, picked the bottle of whiskey up from the floor and placed it neatly on the shelf with the various other bottles filled with all kinds of alcoholic pleasures. He then walked over to the other side of the bar, where the cleaning cloth had been neatly laid out over one of the barstools, picked it up and startled wiping the bar counter, knowing that it would be something to do while trying to kill time.
It hadn't been long since polishing the bar counter when Edward's phone buzzed quietly in his breast pocket. Being a man of little fucks, Ed took the time to first fold the cloth and putting it back where he got it before retrieving his black iPhone from his pocket and answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey man, I'm in trouble," came from the other side of the line. That very sentence already made it obvious of who was calling.
"I'll see if I can get Barnard to fetch--"
"He's with me."
Figures, Ed thought while rolling his eyes, already feeling the headache that was bound to come due to his lack of caffeine that afternoon. "Alright... Well, Ian's asleep and I'm slightly intoxicated."
"Come on, dude. I never ask you to come and get me. And this is my only call!"
"Because you know that I'd rather you learn your lesson. Too bad I have a soft spot for killing time and feeling needed..."
"You know where to find me. Thank you!"
Edward ended the call without replying. He wanted to go and wake Ian, knowing that would probably be the best, most responsible way to go about that particular scenario, but figured otherwise, instead opting to go and fetch JR himself.
He took his sweet time getting ready to go and fetch JR at the local police station, knowing that his friend would be absolutely fine, so long as he gets out before his stepfather were to find out. Which would go down less than nicely, especially since JR already had a bumpy relationship with his old man to start with.
Ed knew that he was harsh on JR, and that he probably seemed like a total douche at times. He had Ian to thank for that -- not that it was a bad thing, but rather because it had also made him more mature, responsible. In a way, Ian was his mentor, and JR his less-than-smart little brother. Which was why he had to go and fetch his friend.
Knowing that his cat would probably find another way in, Edward closed the doors that led out to the deck, grabbed his keys from the bar counter and headed downstairs and out the front door.