Boys Are Back

[myles timothy graham]

WE’RE THE BACK POCKET BELIEVERS,
WE’RE THE LOCALS WHO WENT POSTAL
CALL IT TREASON WHILE YOU CAN

This was it. Myles knew that this day would come, but he didn’t think it would actually be Fallon his brother finally got hazed for. The word ‘finally’ would probably be spoken more time than he cared to count tonight and Gabe didn’t even know it was happening yet. The Pi Kappa Phi brothers were already in the city settling into whatever hotel they had chosen to stay at for this weekend that they were unlikely to remember. The CSI had finished work a little early today so that he could grab his roommate before he tried to slip out for another night with his girlfriend and the reason behind this weekend in the first place. Myles knew the three words he never used had already been exchanged by the two lovebirds and now his brother had to pay the price for it. He had wasted no time in sending out a mass e-mail to arrange this little weekend of surprises for the scholar and now he really did feel like they were still back at UCLA and living on Greek Row once more.

It may have been a bit unusual for a group of guys approaching their late twenties to haze one of their old Fraternity brothers for falling in love, but it was an excuse for as many of the brothers as was possible to come to New York for an excuse for a reunion and a break from the reality that came with adulthood was college was over. Really, it would be a night of binge drinking, foolish dares and trying to embarrass Gabe as much as was humanly possible. To Myles, it sounded like a great night out and so long as he wasn’t on the end of the hazing, he wouldn’t ever pass up the opportunity for something like this.

He had just finished getting ready when the phone buzzed with a text from one of the brothers, asking where the first bar would be and if there was an estimated time of arrival yet for the skinny know-it-all, commonly known by most of them as Tricks. Usually, Gabe dropped in by now before rushing off elsewhere if he had plans, but there was still no sign of him and Myles only hoped that he hadn’t run off with Fallon straight from the university; he didn’t really want to have to go and break up a date, kidnap Gabe and then drag him off for a night of brotherly fun. He would do it if he had to though; there was nothing that got in the way of a Frat brother night. Luckily, right before Myles was tempted to send a text message to his roommate demanding answers, he heard the key in the door and a familiar shuffle that often accompanied Gabe when he was laden with books. Wasting no time, Myles crossed their apartment with a cheeky grin on his face, slapping Gabe on the back. “Right, get changed, the Pi Kappa Phis are in town and you are in for it, brother.”

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe knew that it was only a matter of time before the Pi Kappa Phis came to town to act out the Greek Row traditions that they should’ve outgrown several years ago. Fraternities were not something that you could walk away from though, and his brothers went out of their way to remind each other of that on a regular basis. This sort of hazing hadn’t had to happen for a while now since most were either settled down already or playing around like Myles, trying to score a few more times and run from commitment so long as they had their charm.

Tonight, he had no plans at all. Fallon was having a night with Devon and he had assumed that Myles might drag him out to play the wingman with him as he did most Friday nights. After a late lunch date with his girlfriend, Gabe spent an extra hour in the library just to finish off the current chapter of his paper, which would in turn free up him entire weekend for whatever this weekend might bring; living with Myles and dating Fallon meant that there was rarely a quiet weekend where nothing happened.

Still, he didn’t expect to get cornered the second he opened the door. He had to fight back the smirk when he realised what all of this meant. Fallon was definitely worth whatever his brothers decided to put him through tonight, even if it did end up in bailing several of them out of jail if their Florida trip last summer was anything to go by. “Do I even have a choice in this?”

[/color] He asked, though he already knew the answer that his roommate was going to give him. He took a few moments to dump everything on his desk and then got changed out of the clothes he’d been hanging about in all day. “Do I have time to grab a drink first?”[/color] The man would have to drag him from the room if he said no, but Gabe would kill for one soft drink before his body was pumped with enough alcohol to replace his blood. When Pi Kappa Phis were out, they didn’t quite understand when to stop, but usually Gabe took care of them all. This time though, he doubted that he’d be allowed to turn down a drink. The nights at UCLA were bad enough and there were countless mornings where unexplained bruises showed up or strange scratches and new sign posts or stolen signs cluttering the kitchen where the empty kegs remained. At least that wouldn’t be a problem this time, but that still didn’t stop Gabe from worrying what would happen since Myles and the others were in charge of tonight. He finished his glass of soda and then turned back to face Myles. “So, what’s going on?”[/color] He asked, dreading the answer.
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TAGGED! Myles!
WORDS! 519!
OUTFIT! Out and About!
LYRICS! The Girl’s A Straight Up Hustler - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[myles timothy graham]

WE’RE THE BACK POCKET BELIEVERS,
WE’RE THE LOCALS WHO WENT POSTAL
CALL IT TREASON WHILE YOU CAN

It was going to be one of the craziest nights in Gabe’s history and Myles was determined to make sure that he paid for his betrayal. That and he probably needed to pay for the seven years of blindness he had when it came to his feelings for Fallon and hers for him. Some of the guys had probably lost quite a sizeable chunk of money over those years with the bets placed on them both. Myles was sure that a few of them would have something to say about that, even if they didn’t seek out a form of alcohol based revenge on the lanky scholar who would be held entirely responsible for it all.

“No, you don’t. This had been a long time coming, Tricks.” He said, clapping his hand and rubbing them together dastardly. It was only the previous day that one of the brothers reminded him that had they still been at UCLA, this would’ve happened quite some time ago, since Fallon had unknowingly set her boyfriend up for this hazing when he wasn’t even dating her. Myles had laughed it off, but knew that now he really had to up the ante for tonight and if Gabe was able to get up at his usual early morning time tomorrow then he would’ve failed at this whole thing. When it came to partying, Myles didn’t like the idea of failing and wouldn’t let it happen, even if he had to force extra shots of tequila into his roommate to guarantee the hangover. He checked his watch twice more before Gabe appeared to be ready to head on out. Myles also sent a quick text to one of the brothers to explain why they were running late and to give them all another reason to tear Gabe apart tonight. “You know what’s going on. The girl is wearing our letters because of you and no we have to remind you where your loyalties should have been.” It was all good fun and games, but Myles kept his expression serious, acting as though Gabe really had betrayed them all. Really, the Chicago born CSI was more than happy that the floppy haired know-it-all had finally found happiness with the blonde woman, especially after the drama that had almost ruined everything between them. “Come on, our brothers are waiting.” He placed his hands on the biceps of his roommate and pushed him out of the front door, locking up behind them.

Their first stop was a bar within walking distance of their apartment and it didn’t take them too long to reach it. Myles pushed the door open and grinned over at the large group of men already positioned by the bar with their first drinks in their hands. They already looked like they were in the mood and mindset for this, so Gabe really would find out exactly what the price was that he had to pay and none of them would hold back on him tonight. “I have him right here, guys.” He said, pulling Gabe forward into the group before waving the bartender over and ordering himself and Gabe their usual drinks as well as a round of tequila shots for them all.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

How he had ending up in a Fraternity was beyond him; he had never even thought about being part of one before pledge week when a friend had talked him into it. It was definitely one of the best choices he had made though and out of it he did have a fantastic group of brothers who he could turn to. At the same time, they could also come to him to give him exactly what he deserved for being so in love with the pretty blonde professor. It was all fun and games really these days with college so far behind most of them, but Gabe was glad for the chance to hang out with his old Frat brothers again, even if they did make him feel a little worse for wear come tomorrow morning.

“It was worth a shot.”

[/color] He said with a smirk and a shrug. Myles was definitely going to drag him through hell and back tonight, purely because he could and also probably because he couldn’t really rip into Fallon without the professor reminding him of some embarrassing time she had saved his ass. Gabe on the other hand was sworn by traditional oath and that meant that he was an open target for whatever devilish plans Myles had in mind for tonight and for him. The brothers would probably only add to his ideas and they would progressively get more and more crazier as the night went on and the alcohol began to flow fast and thick for them all. Gabe would have no say in how the night panned out and any protests from him would probably result in more shots of tequila and slaps to the head. “Actually, Fall stole that shirt; I never gave it to her.”[/color] He clarified, quickly catching on to what Myles was implying. As added proof, he pulled his lavalier from under his shirt and grinned up at Myles. He knew it wouldn’t make a blind bit of difference to the evening and the events, but his official letters still remained around his neck. It had just been the shirt Fall stole and he was certain no one even cared about that, more like they were just using it as an excuse to act as crazy as they could this evening and forget that they had commitments and responsibilities in their lives now.

The bar was one they started the night off in often and he grinned as he stepped inside to see most of his brothers lingering around the bar, drinks already in hand. As Myles ordered the drinks in, Gabe greeted each one of the Pi Kappa Phis with a grin and confirmed what they already knew; he was in love with Fallon and she was on a girl’s night out with no way of rescuing him from the hands of his brothers. The tequila shot was knocked back and Gabe pulled a face, disliking the strong drink more than most. There would be no complaining about that tonight though and he knew Myles would keep ordering them specifically because Gabe disliked it so much. It was never about the scholar having fun tonight it was more about the rest having fun at his expense. “I am going to hate you all so much in the morning.”[/color] He mumbled before knocking back another of the shots that was placed in front of him.
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TAGGED! Myles!
WORDS! 609!
OUTFIT! Out and About!
LYRICS! The Girl’s A Straight Up Hustler - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[myles timothy graham]

WE’RE THE BACK POCKET BELIEVERS,
WE’RE THE LOCALS WHO WENT POSTAL
CALL IT TREASON WHILE YOU CAN

Myles had always envisioned himself in the Fraternity lifestyle. It had been his plan long before he had stepped foot on the UCLA campus or had met Gabe and learnt the history and the traditions of the Pi Kappa Phi’s. It really had been the best four years of his life and there was nothing that he could regret about it; after all, he had got a family of brothers out of it who would be there for him no matter what. He wasn’t an openly sentimental kind of guy, but he really didn’t know what he’d do without Gabe as his best friend. Myles’ life was quiet of anything dramatic, but he knew that the moment it changed he would be able to turn to the lanky, messy haired brainiac.

He waved his friend’s excuses away, knowing that Gabe probably had an answer to everything that would be said to him tonight. Myles had learnt long ago to just roll with it and find a way to overlook Gabe’s excuses and worries. “Technicalities. The shirt is still yours.” He said with a small shrug, not caring about the specifics when a chance like this existed to really pay Gabe back for the years of Frat house whispers and gossip. Plus, the CSI had lost money in that betting pool and someone had to pay for it, with Gabe being the only person he could blame since Fallon wasn’t involved in the plans for tonight and she was exempt from the Greek traditions. They were going to have fun, they were going to get into some kind of trouble and they were going to act like they were twenty again.

No doubt someone would be slapped before the night was through and Myles’ aim for tonight was to have Gabe wake up in the morning with bruises and a million questions. The scholar rarely let go and just went crazy and Myles wanted that to go out of the window for one crazy ass night in New York where any mention of Fallon would only land him in more hot water with the boys. “You should of thought about that before betraying us, Tricks.” He said with a smirk, slapping the skinny man on the back and handing him the drink he had ordered for him. Once it was firmly in his hand, Myles turned to the group and raised his glass into the air. “Brothers, we are gathered here this evening to remind our young Tricks here of his allegiance to the Pi Kappa Phi house and show him what happens when a brother betrays his brothers. So, bottoms up and let’s give this Trickster exactly what he deserves!” He grinned across at his best friend, feeling no guilt for what might happen tonight, though his badge was securely on him, just in case the games did toe along the line of the law. As the brothers knocked back their drinks and ordered in another round, they chatted and taunted each other, slowly building up for the rest of the night and the drama that was bound to follow them across the city. “Okay, Tricks, it’s time to make your decision; your brothers or the girl?” He placed some more notes on the bar top and gestured for another tray of tequila shots to be brought their way.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Technicalities, not-quite-rights or anything else he could think of wouldn’t save him tonight; Gabe knew that. Myles had been teasing him from the moment he had told him about Fallon and all of it had been building up to this night and the trouble that might come out of it. It was going to be fun in some manner to say the least, but Gabe just hoped that he wouldn’t be spending the next several days apologising to his girlfriend and trying to explain to her that it had been part of the game and it was out of his control what Myles pushed him into tonight. He was lucky that she had spent most of her time at UCLA hanging around with the Pi Kappa Phi boys or else she definitely wouldn’t be so cool about tonight happening! He just didn’t want Myles to get too carried away with the evening’s activities and he knew how bad it could be when all the guys were together, spurring each other on.

It was good to spend one night painting the town red with his brothers again, even if it was at his expense with tomorrow already seeming hellish. He did miss those days of the Fraternity house antics and parties, though they hadn’t been what he was remembered for. Gabe was known for having an answer to settle every in house argument and making sure that everyone managed to keep their limbs on a night out, especially if there was a clash with a rival house. Tonight he had to entrust those duties to someone else though, knowing that not a single word he said would be enough to spare him from whatever they had up their sleeves for him. “Yeah, yeah, you sound like a broken record, Myles.”

[/color] He said, knowing that he was already in for it tonight, so there was no use in protesting anymore, or even trying to correct the mistakes he knew Myles would make without caring what the truth was.

He pushed the hair back from his face and then fixed his glasses, letting out a long sigh as he heard Myles pose the question that could only land him in hot water. Gabe was already starting to feel a small buzz from the alcohol already consumed and he couldn’t help but cringe as he saw the bartender set up another tray of shots; he didn’t need to be intelligent to work out who would be knocking most of them back over the next few minutes. “You already know my answer to that. I love her!”[/color] He knew Greek traditions were going to bite him in the ass now, but it was going to be worth the hangover and the mysterious blanks in the night since he was going through all of this for Fallon. The scholar would always be there for his brothers, but Fallon had been the person he’d do anything for since freshman year; now it was just official!
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TAGGED! Myles!
WORDS! 538!
OUTFIT! Out and About!
LYRICS! The Girl’s A Straight Up Hustler - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[myles timothy graham]

WE’RE THE BACK POCKET BELIEVERS,
WE’RE THE LOCALS WHO WENT POSTAL
CALL IT TREASON WHILE YOU CAN

A good few hours and several bars and nightclubs later, Myles was practically propping his Fraternity brother against the bar. It had been far too long since all of the close Pi Kappa Phis had been out celebrating like this and while it was partially a chance to get good old Greek ‘revenge’ on the lanky scholar it was also a celebration for Gabe finally getting the girl he had been in love with for longer than any of them even cared to remember. Myles could recall the many mornings after parties where hung-over Pi Kappa Phis had asked him if miracles had happened the night before when the alcohol was flowing and the oblivious couple had been leaning on each other without even realising just how much time they spent together. The answer had always been the same and finally the CSI was happy to announce that he had a different answer to offer the group. Gabe already couldn’t shut up, rising to the taunts and the teasing with his own variation of the tricks.

”I think someone is going to feel this in the morning.” Myles said in a sing-song style as he set Gabe on a barstool and hoped his best friend could stay upright if he let him go. His friend would definitely be paying with a monster style hangover come sun up, but Myles had to admit that it had been a very long time since Gabe was this level of drunk and he was being a good and yet terrible friend. It was just like college all over again and each one of them was making the most of it, sticking together and partying as though they’d wake up in the morning on Greek Row with missing memories and a lot of questions.

Part of him hoped Fallon didn’t have any early morning plans to call around and check on their adventures because Myles knew that even he would have a headache to be proud of come the morning and would be in no state to answer any questions about her boyfriend’s state. However, there were already several photos snapped on his phone and the phones of their brothers, so he was pretty certain that she’d get the information somehow about tonight. “So, is she worth this, Tricks?” He already knew the answer as he flung his shoulder across that of his roommate, but Myles couldn’t resist asking when the scholar looked like he was going to hit the floor if he dared one more shot. “C’mon. You’re not allowed to sit here all night!” Grabbing Gabe by the shirt sleeve, Myles hauled his buddy back to his feet and turned him towards the rest of their brothers who had been chatting up one of the bartenders collecting in their finished glasses.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe drank on most of their weekends out, but he was the one who usually kept to a certain balance of sober and intoxicated. He got Myles safely back to their apartment if he wasn’t hooked around some girl and then made sure Fallon didn’t maim anyone on her journey home. Obviously the part with Fallon had changed slightly now that there was a little more going on between them. Sometimes they just crashed out at the boy’s apartment and others at hers, but there were more fun and games involved than just placing a bucket by the bed to be on the cautious side and then saying goodnight. Gabe wouldn’t have it any other way, but he doubted any of his present company were going to be concerned with his own wellbeing tonight. The whole point of the evening was punishment and that he pay for finding someone more important to him than his brothers. It was a little immature, but they were all still young guys who didn’t really need an excuse to drink, but throw one their way and they were there.

“I hate you all, so, so much.”

[/color] Gabe slurred, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes and then glaring at the tangled locks when they fell right back down again. He hadn’t been this wasted in a very long time and probably not since the last time his old college buddies had been in charge of his drinks. “If I wake up behind a dumpster I’m going to kick your ass.”[/color] He added as an afterthought, remembering half of the Greek Row pranks that had kept them amused when they probably ought to have been studying for whatever exam was coming their way next. Thinking back, he was surprised at how half of them had managed to get their way through the four years at UCLA when most of their stories and memories seemed to be of nothing but bars, parties and pranks. The hard work side of the college lifestyle was probably just easier to forget when it came to reminiscing; no one needed reminding of the all-nighters and the caffeine runs at 5am.

The last three bars had all come with spinning scenery and tilting floors. Gabe was starting to feel like New York was just one giant funhouse with the effect the alcohol had been having on him for the last few hours. How he was even supporting himself was a question he didn’t have an answer for and the bouncer for this particular club had to have been paid good money to let the intoxicated group through the door. Glancing up at Myles, Gabe sported a massive, dopey grin and nodded his head. “Yupp! And if you keep asking me that I’m going to start sounded like a parrot. Or an oracle who isn’t being acknowledged by the people.”[/color] He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore and he probably didn’t care. His eyes were fixed on the bar top and his brain was thinking about how awesome a pillow it would probably make. If Myles hadn’t dragged him to his feet then Gabe probably would have set about resting his head on the beer stained surface.

He staggered a few steps and then stumbled until he grabbed onto the arm of one of the Pi Kappa Phi brothers to stop himself. If he thought he had any say in it then he would have stopped drinking a while back, but he knew better than to argue with his brothers on something like this. The lanky scholar tried to slip into the conversation but he had no idea what they were talking about and suddenly his thoughts had moved to that of food and what he really wanted right now; curly fries. He didn’t hear the joke or the warning, but he definitely felt the weight on his back from one of his Californian buddies as he jumped on Gabe’s back. His legs buckled from the weight and Gabe swore loudly as he felt a gut-wrenching and sickeningly familiar twist in his left knee. He didn’t need to look at it to know what had happened, but he definitely wasn’t getting up off that floor without some serious help. The alcohol wasn’t enough to numb the pain and he wasn’t drunk enough to act stupid and try to stand when his friend did. Instead he reached up to grab Myles’ shirt and then looked up at his roommate. “Might want to get a doctor. A real one. Do we know one?”[/color] He spoke through clenched teeth and breathed deeply to try and ease the pain, but he knew that there was no hope of that until a medical professional had taken care of things. This left knee was his Achilles heel and it certainly knew when to hit him.
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TAGGED! Myles!
WORDS! 852!
OUTFIT! Out and About!
LYRICS! The Girl’s A Straight Up Hustler - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[myles timothy graham]

WE’RE THE BACK POCKET BELIEVERS,
WE’RE THE LOCALS WHO WENT POSTAL
CALL IT TREASON WHILE YOU CAN

Myles already knew that if Gabe didn’t make it to the morning in one, very hungover piece, that Fallon would be climbing his ass about it. It was one thing to be running around the city and destroying Gabe in a fun and potentially harmful Greek tradition, but if the lanky scholar woke up tomorrow without a clue to where he was or with scars he couldn’t explain, then Myles knew it would be the blonde he called first. He didn’t blame him either, but he knew that he would hear all about it once Fallon stumbled across Gabe’s wrecked state. It was already crazily rare for the know-it-all to reach this level of drunk and Myles had no intention of letting him go home yet; the night was still young and he could still stand…barely.

”You hate us? I believe that’s Greek for ‘I’ll have another!’” He flagged over the bartender and ordered two more shots of tequila and then slid one to Gabe and kept one for himself. Myles was drunk, too, but a little bit further behind his roommate. After their college adventures and the ones New York had to offer, Myles was a lot more capable of masking his own state and keeping his words un-slurred. It was an art that his liver didn’t always appreciate, but he didn’t do it often enough to cause serious, lasting damage. Besides, if Gabe and Fallon were right with their taunts and teasing, he would one day meet a girl who would calm him down and make these nights nothing more but memories. He had seen some of the hardcore ‘bachelor’ Pi Kappa Phis tamed by Cupid’s arrow and wanted to make the most of his own singleness before the diaper wearing cherub put him in the crosshairs.

Raising his eyebrow, Myles fixed Gabe with a look as the shot burnt his throat on the way down. “You are this drunk and still trying to teach me mythology. You are Gabriel, not Cassandra.” After living with Gabe for so long, Myles did know his fair share of the stories that Gabe had on the shelves around their apartment. Sometimes he got bored and attempted to decipher the texts himself, but the older language and especially the Latin scripts could be left to the geek who enjoyed them so much. Myles was happier with his crime scenes and New York’s brutality than he would be with the ancient history of Gods who apparently lived on mountains and philosophers who made their best work only after they were dying, losing their mind or flying high in the sky.
Myles shook his head and watched as Gabe staggered away. The man had little coordination at the best of times, but put alcohol in his system and it only reminded Myles of a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time; all legs and no technique. He called out, spying their friends plotting, but then winced when he realised it would be too late. He saw the awkward twist as Gabe went down and his mind quickly raced back through the years to remember the times when the messy haired man had been limping, on crutches or even wearing that leg brace that made their apartment look like some insane obstacle course with the amount of furniture moving that they had been forced to do. He was already prepared by the time Gabe grabbed his shirt and he crinkled his nose. “No, sadly, but I do know a blond woman who is going to kill me.” Grabbing his friend as best as he could without actually moving the busted leg, Myles hauled Gabe back to his good foot and then supported most of his weight on his broad shoulders. “I think we need to get Tricks to the hospital. Greg has the key for the apartment.” He told their friends before helping Gabe hop free of the club and fumbling him into the first taxi they could flag down. Once seated and with the instructions given to the driver, Myles pulled out his phone and called Fallon, grimacing in preparation for the verbal onslaught he was expecting once she heard about the state of her precious Gabe.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe didn’t want to think about the pain rushing through him. Part of him wanted to tell Myles that it would probably be safer to call for an ambulance rather than try to deal with the “skilled driving” of some of the New York cabbies. Plus, he needed to keep his leg straight, if his memory served him correctly. Gabe was by no means qualified to work as a medical professional, but given his clumsy ways and the lack of co-ordination he had suffered with since childhood, he was well versed in the knowledge of injuries and rehabilitation. In fact, he was pretty sure some people thought he was making half of his stories up, or exaggerating slightly, but with the exception of this recurring knee problem, everything else had been a result of Gabe’s own clumsy nature. Still, he didn’t have much faith in the cab driver, who already looked disgruntled before Myles started the difficult challenge of getting Gabe into the cab.

Chuckling, he fixed his eyes on Myles and pointed childishly at him. “Fallon’s gonna kill you.”

[/color] He said in a sing-song voice before sitting back to think for a second. “And probably me, too.”[/color] He added, as though it was a minor, insignificant afterthought. He could do with the silly conversations and idea of what his girlfriend might do the second Myles managed to tell her what had happened and where they were going to end their evening. The pain was getting worse and their cab driver didn’t seem to notice the odd position the men had been forced to sit in to account for both of their heights and build and so that Gabe could still keep the leg in question straight and slightly elevated so there was no weight on it. The driver just seemed like he was another chump whose wife had told him to work the night shift on the streets rather than give him the chance to get beers with his mates. Thinking about things like that kept his mind off the worse case scenarios or if his leg looked visibly mangled or just swollen. The first time this injury had happened, back in Nebraska after the accident, his leg had been twice the size and his knee did not resemble a knee at all. It had taken the doctors quite some time to fix it and then Gabe had taken even longer to get back to full strength, or the closest it would ever be.

At the hospital, Myles filled out the paperwork while Gabe laid still on the unwelcoming ER bed, pinching the bridge of his nose and clenching his jaw as he tried to fight through the pain tearing through his lower limb. It was excruciating, but pain medication was simply out of the question for him. He felt sick, but he didn’t know if it was from the pain or the amount of alcohol Greek tradition had forced upon him. “Tell Fallon I love her.”[/color] He whispered to Myles, when his friend seemed to get through to her, just as the doctor appeared around the edge of the semi-private cubicle. Gabe’s dark eyes fell on the needle in the tray and the string of words that left his lips were far from scholarly as he used his arms to try and pull himself as far away as possible from the tool. If there was one thing that had Gabe pleading like a little child and trying to hide, it was a needle.
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TAGGED! Myles!
WORDS! 626!
OUTFIT! Out and About!
LYRICS! The Girl’s A Straight Up Hustler - - - All Time Low
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