Dark Night of the Gods

Jailbreak

Teague

[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::Jailbreak::
Who do you call?
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Jack’s probably still busy, and that would just be prolonging the inevitable. I call Patrick.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) While you watch TV in the background, you see an interview of Simone by Oprah. She’s even texting you instead of listening to the hostess.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Patrick answers right as you think you’re going to get away with not having to talk to him. “Hey, babe. What’s up?” Loud music plays over the end of his convo.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Hey, uh, bad time?” I say, almost hopefully.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s a little loud, but I’ve always got time for you,” he says so damned sweetl.y
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Awesome,” I say, swallowing down a sigh. “So, listen, did you by chance do anything reckless or crazy this month?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Ummm… Are you talking about that Insider article?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “What Insider article? Refresh my memory?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, that one were I went 100 mph through that wall. But, Teague, the minotaur was in the car. What was I supposed to do?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I chuckle. “Previous incidents with cars notwithstanding (I learned a new word!), I don’t care. You do what you need to do, especially if it keeps you safe. I know a brick wouldn’t do shit to you.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) He chuckles. “I like your linguist skills. Very good tongue abilities.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Well, I aim to please,” I say, hiding my face, like he can see it. “I only ever aim to do the right thing. I really do.” Don’t I?
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know, Teague. Sometimes, I feel a little guilty. I wanted to be you and Kira back when we met. I… I know I’m not the best, but I swear, I’m tryin’.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I sigh. You are. I don’t know what I was thinking. “You’re perfect,” I tell him. “It’s me who’s not the best. Look… I fucked up pretty royally. Enough that I’ll ask that if you’re driving, you’ll pull over for a sec.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m not driving. I mean, Ke$ha’s puking on my shoes, but I’m not that far gone.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Oh god, I’m sorry.” That’s what you apologize for? “Hannah roped us into judging this contest. The best bar in New York. So Kira and I went. It was fun enough, minus some stupid mouthing off on my part, but what I’m basically getting at was that one of the gods who owned the bars was Dionysus.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ve heard he throws the best parties. Jealous, babe. You have fun?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I hesitate. “I mean, I guess. I remember some stuff, and… not other stuff.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh yeah? You drank the wine didn’t you? I’ve heard it’s strong.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Did I? “There were drinks, other things. I think maybe drugs? Basically… I think I pretty much did everything.” And everyone.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” Music in the background.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Patrick?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m here. Uhh… did you like it?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Pretty sure at the time I liked every second of it. Kinda less now. Mostly. “I think so,” I hedge. “I mean, as soon as I got in there, everything was just… good.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “But, I mean, I’m sure you’ve been to loads of supernatural parties like that, right?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, not as many. But a few. Generally, I’m the one hosting.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Oh.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Does this mean you’ll try…”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I don’t know,” I interrupt. “I mean, at the time, I’m pretty sure I would have done anything. But now I’m back to what I hope is my normal self.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Which thing was he gonna say?
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, what do you remember? Did you do more than drink?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Did you ask kira what happened?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I remember enough to know I needed to talk to you,” I say simply.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I did a lot more than drink.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Like… I think I took someone’s heart out?” That’s the worst thing,right? “Slept with a bunch of people,” I breeze through, “did some drugs or Dionysus grapes, other stuff.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Ke$ha music.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Patrick?” I say again.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I didn’t go into this thing thinking that would happen. Like, at all.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) God, maybe I should have. I mean, even I know who Dionysus is. Kinda.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “What do you want me to say?” he asks after another Blow-filled moment.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I don’t know,” I say hurriedly. “I have no idea. I know this is so much worse than anything before, but I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Is it even everything?
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Is that all?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) My turn for silence.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I know it’s enough, but is it all?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Attack of stupid. “I mean, do you want the laundry list since we last saw each other? Should I ask you how many guys have reminded you of me?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) Pretty sure I’d give anything to take that back right about now.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I cover my mouth before it can happen again.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Silence.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “I shouldn’t have said that.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It’s what you think,” he says neutrally. “Maybe it’s better to be honest.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Do you really think so?” I say quietly. “I mean, that hasn’t exactly been your M.O., has it?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Go ahead. Say what you’re gonna say, Teague.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “It should have been you who told me,” I say flatly.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “You didn’t!” I sputter. “Isn’t that enough? I have to wonder who’s gonna catch your eye. Maybe they’re wearing a rainbow pattern.” I’m too far gone to stop now. “So I fucked up royally. I slept with probably more people than I can count, and one that you did first. It’s almost like evening the score.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “So…” He, the epic social one, struggles for words.
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I let the silence sit, not sure what I should say next. If anything.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “If that’s how you feel, maybe it’s best if it’s not an issue.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “What do you mean?” I ask carefully.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You’re obviously done with me. You’re moving on,” he says in a calm, collected voice. The music is muted, like maybe he’s outside or something. “So if you want to have your fun, have it.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) I feel a chill as I look at my phone. “I didn’t do this to have fun,” I say, voice a little strained. “It wasn’t even on purpose.” How did I get here? “I mean… are you done with me?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Does that matter?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Yeah, it does.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Did it when you said those things these past few minutes?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Yeah,” I say. But would I really have said them if I didn’t want things to go here? What the hell do I want? “Just answer the question.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I think I need to talk to somebody first. Maybe Simone.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or my mom.”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Your mom hates me,” I say miserably.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) “What do you want me to do, Teague?”
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) “Just… call me back when you know,” I say simply. I hang up on him. First time for everything.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Anything else?
[The Right Handed Path]: (aaron.grey) After about ten minutes, I text Jack: <<done>> I can’t decide if I hope he is or not.
[The Right Handed Path]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) Thirty minutes later, you get a text. <<you>t really get worse.
[Hands of Power]: (endicottkid@yahoo.com) [Paused. 7 xp]

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