[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chuckled, humming softly as he ran his fingers over the fretts. "You wanna try?"

Dyson smirked just faintly, keeping the action discreet. He was perfectly okay with getting wasted, didn't want to feel anything right now anyway. He twisted the cap, popping it off, and took a heavy swallow before sitting back some, working on it quietly. He was obviously not new to drinking, most the bottle gone before he was clearly past feeling with the strong alcohol in his system.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Paislee climbed into his lap, her head barely over the guitar. She reached over it, strumming one of the strings. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with amazement. "I make music!" She smiled.

Clae waited until he was sure the boy wouldn't feel a thing before he took the bottle from him. He walked over and locked the door, then helped Dyson onto his stomach. He pulled a pair of scissors out of the waistband of his pants, and couldn't help thinking what a bad habit that was. But at least he always had scissors on him. He threw a leg over him, and threadded the needle carefully. He pushed his hair out of the way, and started to stitch up his wound. "Don't move, okay?"

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan laughed. "Yeah you sure did." He guided her hands gently over the strings. "Pretty cool, huh? It's so big on you."

Dyson laid down, tensing and jerking faintly as Clae threw a leg over him. He eased up though, unable to think straight really anymore, and closed his eyes, face buried in his arms.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Paislee smiled up at him, letting him move her hands. "It big cause you big." She said, then yawned. "I wanna go home and go swim." She complained.

Clae finished he last stitch, and clipped it. He helped Dyson to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him up. He grabbed his scissors and fishing line, then walked Dyson over to Ryan and Paislee.

"You guys ready?" He asked, waving at Paislee.

"Daddy! I make music!" She exclaimed.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan laughed. "Yeah. We should be leaving soon."
He glanced up as Clae came over, Dyson slumped again him, eyes emotionless. He guessed he was like this often, though. "The badge can wait if we need to get him back," He murmured, preferring getting Dyson back to rest than worrying about quiting his job.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"I doubt a stop will kill him." He said, couldn't help thinking how strange it was to have a guy leaning against him. He was about to ask if they should drop him off at Lucas' house, but he didn't want to hear the drunk boy ramble on about Lucas.

"Ready, Paislee?" He asked and she jumped up.

"Yeah! I wanna go swim!" She exclaimed.

"We gotta do Ryan a favor, then we'll get you to the house, okay?" He asked, and she nodded, reaching out for Ryan's hand.

"Come on, Ryan. I wanna swim."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan nodded, eyeing Dyson a moment longer before taking Paislee's hand. "Okay okay little rascal," He teased, hefting his guitar over his shoulder and tucking his uniform under his free arm.

"Need any help with him?" He nodded towards Dyson, who looked like he was.practically deadweight.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Nah, I think I can handle him." He said, throwing him a smile before he leaned down, scooping Dyson up into his arms. The boy was heavy, but nothing he hadn't done before. He had carried men heavier than Dyson. He fumbled with the lock before he pushed open the door. He started down the stairs, making his way out to his car. He laid him down in the back seat, then held open the door for Ryan to put Paislee in.

"You're really good with her." He said, looking over at him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan watched Dyson squirm, then smirk at Clae. "You're hot.." He drawled, then frowned. "Fuck you, I'm not a fag..." He curled up some, hair falling to hide his face.

Ryan shook his head, walking with Paislee, and buckled her in as Dyson curled up on the other two seats. He smiled at Clae crookedly. "Guess kids are.my specialty," He offered, a sheepish grin growing on his lips.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae shook his head. "Sorry, I don't like boys." He said, looking at Paislee. She wrinkled her nose at the boy, and Clae realized he could never have an actual kid; she would get jealous of it. She was jealous of a boy who Clae didn't even know.

He looked back over at Ryan, wondering if his statement was all that true. He couldn't get past the idea of trying to have sex with a guy. It made him want to cringe.

"I don't like him." Pasilee said sassily, crossing her arms. It brought Clae out of his thoughts, and he smiled over at her.

"I know, baby. He's hurt, okay? Be a lady and take care of him." He told her and she shook her head, sticking her nose in the air.