Deuce walks down to the rocking chairs positioned on the back lawn about
forty feet from the house and lowers down slowly into one of the chairs using
the arm for support and keeping his bad leg relatively straight. He pulls his
cell phone out from the front right hand pocket of his faded jeans and dials
Nick’s number, surprised Nick hadn’t called to gloat over the Red Sox win over
the Phillies yet.
Deuce: “The enemy
won...”
Nick: “YES!!! Uh oh, down to the last
game...”
Deuce: “We just
gave you a little break...”
Nick: “No, we
teased you last night and lured you into thinking we were submissive...now we
strike!”
Deuce:” That's
what you think....”
Nick: “we will see
who will be holding the bill at the end of dinner.”
Deuce: “You mean,
you?”
Nick: “All I'm
saying is, bring the card with the big limit”
Deuce: *laughs*-“That
would be all of them! “
Nick: *smiles-* “Show off! In that case...apps,
dinner and dessert?”
Deuce: “Bring your
credit card!”
Nick: “I'm a cash
only kinda guy. I don't like leaving a paper trail...maybe I'm paranoid Dr.
Grady. A session on you couch may be in order.”
Deuce: “You just
want on my couch cause it's leather”
Ty stomps down the slight slope and plops down into the rocking chair next
to Deuce. After finding out who Deuce is talking to he tells him to put Nick on
speaker phone (all through lip reading and hand motions)
Nick: *continues on
conversation unawares*“I just want on your couch so I can gaze upon you in your
nerd glasses from a recline!”
Deuce: “Note to
self, wear contacts...!”
Nick: “Aw, D,
that's not nice. Isn't the patient allowed to crush on his therapist? Can't you
indulge me a little?”
Ty: “You guys are
nuts”
Deuce: “Look who's
talking there, Beaumont”
Nick: “Oh, God,
another Grady! THAT"S why I need a therapist!
Ty: “Hey, I don't
deny my crazies”
Deuce: “This is
true…god, the fortune I could make if I charged for our talks”
Ty: “You aren't
allowed to charge your family!”
Deuce: “Which is
why you've never gotten a bill! I only charged Zane ‘cause I knew the government
was paying for it...”
Nick: “How much do
you charge if I don't say anything...just look at you?”
Deuce: “Double.”
Nick:* laughs*
Deuce: “Be
thankful I didn't say triple”
Nick: “I'm wearing
you down”
Deuce: “Just in a
good mood tonight”
Nick: “Oh God. I
don't think I want to know why since it isn't due to your team winning or
anything.”
Deuce: “And I'm
still at home... sitting outside enjoying the darkness and the breeze”
Nick: “Oh yeah, I
forgot you guys were down there kissing your cousins.”
Deuce: *smirk* - “Our
cousins are good kissers, right Ty~?”
Nick: “Not as good
as me, right Ty?”
Ty: “Sorry Nick, Sam is a better kisser than you.”
Nick: “that's just...gross. And I'm very confident
in my kissing abilities. We can let Deuce be the deciding factor...”
Deuce: “I've never
kissed my brother...”
Nick: “Better than Sam,
not Ty!”
Ty: *snort* -“No
amount of booze or bad drugs in the world could make neither of us kiss each
other, nor make D kiss you”
Deuce: “I've
kissed a cousin once... but in my defense; I didn't know we were related!”
Nick: “What?! Girl or guy? And how the hell did you not know
you were related?! What about Sam? Is he hot?”
Ty: “SAMantha. And
it wasn't a French kiss or anything.”
Deuce: “I might
have been slightly drunk... it's the best way to get through family reunions.”
Nick: “Wait...first
of all, you BOTH kissed a cousin? And secondly, D - YOU WERE AT A FAMILY
REUNION! You're defense is blown! Convicted, man.”
Ty: “its West Virginia
everyone kisses a cousin at some point.”
Nick: “Jesus
Christ. I think my crush has been cured of both of you.”
Ty: “Thank god for
small blessings”
Deuce: “And if I
tell you it was the same cousin we kissed....?”
Nick: “Ew. And
fuck you Ty, I'm a good catch!”
Ty: “I've caught
old tires that were better than you.”
Nick: “I'm going
outside to smoke a cigar. I'm done talking to you both”
Ty: “You do that,
O.”
Deuce: “Got you
beat. I'm already outside smoking... not a cigar, but...”
Ty: “Speaking of
Os…The amount of Orange and Black in Baltimore has gone a little overboard now
that the Os are the number on team in MLB for the season.”
Nick: “D, you do
realize you’re chatting with a cop and an FBI agent, yeah?”
Ty: “He knows I'm
not gonna do anything about it…Hell, pretty sure he's got papers somewhere that
say he has it for medical purposes.”
Nick: “I may have
to cuff him”
Deuce: “It helps
my leg; you're not allowed to cuff me”
Ty: “He's not your jurisdiction”
Nick: “He will be
Friday...”
Ty stands up and stretches
Ty:” you boys have
fun. I'm going to bed.
Nick:”Goodnight
Ty!”
Deuce: “Night!”
Ty: “Night, guys! Don't do anything I
wouldn't do.”
Nick:”Thanks for
the wide berth.”
Ty:”Anytime,
Buttercup.”
Ty strides over to the garage to join Zane in the top loft where they
are spending the night
Deuce: *resumes
prior conversation*“And I'm not insane enough to bring anything on a plane.
I'll have legal drugs with me”
Nick: “Damn”
Deuce: “Hate to
ruin your fun”
Nick: “you'll have
to find another way to entertain me”
Deuce: “What
little I'll see of you. I'll be on the boat to sleep and that's about it!”
Nick: “And the
night you buy me dinner”
Deuce: “You're the
one buying me dinner!”
Nick: “this time tomorrow night we'll know
the answer to that question. When the *ahem* Phills loose”
Deuce: “Sox are
going to lose...”
Nick: “Alright, alright...we'll
see...”
The call breaks up, both of them saying hello a few times, than drops…ten
minutes later Deuce receives a text from Nick. It's a picture of a bottle of
Jameson and cigars with the title ‘Oh, yeah!’…*follow the text on tumblr!*
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