Let's get together before we get much older
[Late afternoon, Thursday, October 8th, Day 130]
[Tavern of Hell; Verdi's apartment]
Wuz kinda worried'at Tez wouldn't like me talkin' t'other folks 'bout Lily an'our plans fer'er, but when I told'im Verdi wanted in 'e jes' 'bout jumped fer fuckin' joy. Ain't sure if'n's cuz'e wants th'help 'r cuzze wants t'fuck'er summore 'r both, but'm glad'e's happy. Me, 'm glad we got help, an'm real glad th'twins're on our side too, even if'n all'ey c'n do's s'port us from th'sidelines.
Called on Verdi yesterday, she told me t'day wuz fine t'come over'n plan what we's gonna do. I hadta go over t'th'Doc's 'n haul Tez outta bed (swear t'fuck, since'e don't got nothin' t'do no more all'e duzzis fuckin' sleep...guess'e really is a fuckin' cat). Hauled'im outta bed, threw'is clothes at'im, promised'im booze at th'meetin' an' fin'lly 'e gottis ass in gear. Bitched about not gettin' breakfast. Told'im mebbe we could get lunch at Verdi's place, dammit. From'ere jes' took a few minutes t'get down t'th'bar.
Bartender remembers us from th'other night...kinda smirks when we head upstairs. Guess'e figures we's here fer another lay. Well, don't really givva fuck. Up th'stairs, 'member which door's Verdi's...hope so, anyway. Last time we wuz'ere we wuz mighty drunk.
Knock. "Verdi? S'Syl 'n Tez. Y'in?"
[OPEN to Verdandi & Tez]
[Tavern of Hell; Verdi's apartment]
Wuz kinda worried'at Tez wouldn't like me talkin' t'other folks 'bout Lily an'our plans fer'er, but when I told'im Verdi wanted in 'e jes' 'bout jumped fer fuckin' joy. Ain't sure if'n's cuz'e wants th'help 'r cuzze wants t'fuck'er summore 'r both, but'm glad'e's happy. Me, 'm glad we got help, an'm real glad th'twins're on our side too, even if'n all'ey c'n do's s'port us from th'sidelines.
Called on Verdi yesterday, she told me t'day wuz fine t'come over'n plan what we's gonna do. I hadta go over t'th'Doc's 'n haul Tez outta bed (swear t'fuck, since'e don't got nothin' t'do no more all'e duzzis fuckin' sleep...guess'e really is a fuckin' cat). Hauled'im outta bed, threw'is clothes at'im, promised'im booze at th'meetin' an' fin'lly 'e gottis ass in gear. Bitched about not gettin' breakfast. Told'im mebbe we could get lunch at Verdi's place, dammit. From'ere jes' took a few minutes t'get down t'th'bar.
Bartender remembers us from th'other night...kinda smirks when we head upstairs. Guess'e figures we's here fer another lay. Well, don't really givva fuck. Up th'stairs, 'member which door's Verdi's...hope so, anyway. Last time we wuz'ere we wuz mighty drunk.
Knock. "Verdi? S'Syl 'n Tez. Y'in?"
[OPEN to Verdandi & Tez]