Brugge Belguim on a Sunday

[summoned_sex]

Waffles are an amazing food really. Tiny pockets of nothing surrounded by warmth and soft goodness. I liked them. Reminded me of myself. I had all this room in me for other things. Evil things, good things, skillful things all waiting to be filled up into those spots between the goodness

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[bitter_brother]

[On Jezebel's voice mail, the next morning.]

"Hey, Jezebel. It's Tucker here. Good to hear your voice. Um, are you... would you please call me back when you get a chance? Or, actually, sooner? Please? I mean, uh, call me back. Soon. And, uh... take care."

[A couple of quick breaths and then, click.]

[summoned_sex]

I made the drop, damn glad to get that out of me. The guy at the drop was a bit unsettling too. I know they have to use all sorts of crazy methods to get this stuff out of me, but I would settle for something like here eat this. Or let me draw some blood. The whole walking into my body and rooting around for whatever I have? Getting old.

It was done though, and I was in Belgium. Bor-ring. Statues and art and birds. Great. I had to get out of here. Fast.

I sighed still trying to shake the feeling of the guy walking out of me from my memory and sat down on a bench. I needed something to chew. Stupid oral fixations were just annoying. Found a piece of gum and shoved it in my mouth. Then I saw the blinkie light on my cell.

Odd, no one has this number except work, and... One Missed Call -T- Tucker

[bitter_brother]

Just after Tucker gets the call to go meet Warren at the airport in Winnipeg, his phone rings back. He's walking, trying to wake up

[summoned_sex]

I crossed my leg over my knee and started to pop my foot up and down casually. So there was a pigeon that was eyeing me and getting closer, and if my foot should 'accidently' kick him? It wasn't my fault. I wasn't gonna strain or anything, but still. I hate birds.

I was a bit distracted having all that taken from me, but I was pretty sure T. wasn't noticing my state of mind. His was all over the place.

"Me? Belgium. I had waffles for breakfast, you know what I thought of too? Waffles and me? We have a lot in common. And I am always glad to tell you that you sound like shit. Can I guess that you look like hell while I'm at it?"

I laughed a bit, then realized that this temporary excitability was just from the removal. Have something that powerful in you and you can't touch it? Hurts, then when they release it and take it from you, the tiny residuals they leave behind? Those are the best parts. I could go for a week on residuals if I wanted to.

"Sorry. I just had a drop. So a bit on edge and light headed. So what's the matter?"