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tntandgasoline) wrote2009-05-16 12:51 am
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[RL - Poor drunk Joker 8( GUEST STARRING: LISA AND HARVEY!]
The Joker was many, many things.
Right now, thanks to the community, he was a drunken clown haphazardly throwing dirty old sheets over a bloodstained couch. After all, drunk or not he knew that Lisa probably - just probably - wouldn't enjoy sitting on or near blood. So, he'd hide it, even if that meant stumbling to and from rooms to get cleaner sheets - so that's where his feet went - just to make a better impression. The fact that it looked strange and out of place didn't really register to him.
And besides, there was a good chance she wouldn't show. After all, the community had seemed so very, very against it. Oh well, no loss.
Right now, thanks to the community, he was a drunken clown haphazardly throwing dirty old sheets over a bloodstained couch. After all, drunk or not he knew that Lisa probably - just probably - wouldn't enjoy sitting on or near blood. So, he'd hide it, even if that meant stumbling to and from rooms to get cleaner sheets - so that's where his feet went - just to make a better impression. The fact that it looked strange and out of place didn't really register to him.
And besides, there was a good chance she wouldn't show. After all, the community had seemed so very, very against it. Oh well, no loss.
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"Why do you have a sheet over your couch?" It wasn't strewn in any way that resembled someone sleeping on it, so that was a poor explanation, but it was the only one that Lisa could find.
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The question about the couch makes him pause, halfway to the kitchen to ransack it in search of alcohol. "I - it's there because, because Crane is a neat freak," he lied fluently. "Like, uh, like the... the plastic covers, right?"
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He turned to look at her, taking in the full effect of her standing there, annoyed and arms akimbo - 'Go to your room, young man!' - and he frowned. "Don't tell me what to do."
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Still, he went and sat down on the couch, sulkily gulping down more water. Women.
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When he reached the place he made no attempt at quiet, slamming the door open with a dark look until his eyes fell on the two figures, glancing only barely at Lisa before settling on the clown, gaze sharpening.
"You idiot." He muttered, taking the scene in though none of the tension left his shoulders.
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"Harvey!" he exclaimed, looking utterly distraught as he jumped at the other, "Tell her to stop, to stop caring so much!"
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He looked back to Joker. "After Ed you do this? What, need to move again now?" his tone turned more irate than genuinely wrathful, glancing at the sheets and coverings. Idiots.
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Where had that word come from? Oh well.
"Where's your scotch?"
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"No scotch." He muttered, looking at Lisa again. "Wasn't him who did it, though he'd probably do worse now." He said, and it was the truth. She wasn't getting any more than that. "Why are you here?"
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"When you leave you're not coming back." He said, not quite as sharp, more just irate and tired, completely ignoring the Joker. "For your own good Reisert."
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"Lisa. My name is Lisa. And, if you don't want me here, maybe you should talk about making a guest list or something." Because, I was invited."
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Even though he'd said he could never understand how to talk to them. Whatever. He turned to face Lisa, "You don't have to leave until you feel like it, because that's - that's what this is all about!"
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"Watch your mouth." He snapped.
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"I should probably leave, though. Harvey's right. Clint and Tommy--" were worried. Were off-the-wall frustrated. And, she owed both a phone call.
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When Lisa speaks up, though, he twists in Harvey's grip, craning his neck to look at her. "But - if you leave, he'll beat - he'll hit me. Domestic abuse is nothing to turn your back on, Lisa!"
Oh, melodrama, he never got tired of it.
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The little show only made his good eye narrow and he shoved the other back roughly, releasing him to hopefully fall over the couch. If he were luck he'd crack his head open on the floor.
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