08-29-2018, 11:43 PM
What a tough life. Larry thought that his was slightly bad. He had to listen to Aryin’s tragedy unfold at a rather young age. Everything was seemingly out at this point, but Larry wasn’t a snitch. Even if he was, he would have to be wired. Asides from a drunken chuckle and an overdramatic gasp of revelation as a result, all he could do was listen onward.
“I think that’s really brave of you, ya know,” he stated with a slur now. “You sound like a really great guy. Badass. I don’t see why they would hate you though.”
It sounded to Larry like Aryin was just being protective. It was something he was not fond of, but it happened. When it was something he could do no longer, he left and pursued something he considered worthwhile. Larry understood that people had a choice, but maybe he was mistaken all along.
“Why not take that helicopter out ofz here,” he continued, somehow dragging the word of and here together with a hiccup to follow. “Couldn’t you go anywhere you want and be a cop...”
The word dawned on him as much as Aryin’s revelation before it. Aryin was a cop. That in itself made Larry rather paranoid and a bit panicky, but he could not manage a serious tone for long as he was still laughing and trying to move to head back upstairs? That was another story. Larry had not exactly been one used to drinking. Intoxication like this was the first time.
“I bet you look nice in your uniform,” he stated while trying to keep himself from falling flat on his rear against the stone floor. “I don’t think I could hold it against you for wanting to be with the police. I used to think highly of them back home. Maybe you can leave if you’re not wanted here?”
They say when drunk, some revelations come out. Larry was not one to exactly think of men, or women for that matter, in any form because to be honest, he just figured things would come naturally at some point should a wife present herself. He was casually poking Aryin’s muscles however, if nothing more out of a happy drunk’s curiosity to see how strong he was. He passed the test to say the least.
“You feel really firm, man. I bet you’re a really strong guy!”
“I think that’s really brave of you, ya know,” he stated with a slur now. “You sound like a really great guy. Badass. I don’t see why they would hate you though.”
It sounded to Larry like Aryin was just being protective. It was something he was not fond of, but it happened. When it was something he could do no longer, he left and pursued something he considered worthwhile. Larry understood that people had a choice, but maybe he was mistaken all along.
“Why not take that helicopter out ofz here,” he continued, somehow dragging the word of and here together with a hiccup to follow. “Couldn’t you go anywhere you want and be a cop...”
The word dawned on him as much as Aryin’s revelation before it. Aryin was a cop. That in itself made Larry rather paranoid and a bit panicky, but he could not manage a serious tone for long as he was still laughing and trying to move to head back upstairs? That was another story. Larry had not exactly been one used to drinking. Intoxication like this was the first time.
“I bet you look nice in your uniform,” he stated while trying to keep himself from falling flat on his rear against the stone floor. “I don’t think I could hold it against you for wanting to be with the police. I used to think highly of them back home. Maybe you can leave if you’re not wanted here?”
They say when drunk, some revelations come out. Larry was not one to exactly think of men, or women for that matter, in any form because to be honest, he just figured things would come naturally at some point should a wife present herself. He was casually poking Aryin’s muscles however, if nothing more out of a happy drunk’s curiosity to see how strong he was. He passed the test to say the least.
“You feel really firm, man. I bet you’re a really strong guy!”