No writing or editing today but my trip down to Glasgow, I'm only just home from it, definetly helped me fix my geography. The location that I have the attack/murder taking place is getting changed because it wouldn't work out too well but that can wait until tomorrow. I'll be making a start on the editing too because I managed to get to the library and print off (the man at the desk loved me!)
I have a wee snippet from chapter 3 of Twice Unjust, this is the Robbie & Stuart scene (yep had to bring Stuart back - missed him too much). I still need a beta for it, I'm not fussed about canon/fandom knowledge. Stuart was in The Gaslamp waiting for Robbie to arrive, he kept looking up every time the door of the bar opened, he'd been waiting for his friend to arrive for almost forty minutes. Of course, the older man's timekeeping was somewhat legendary around the station but he was beginning to feel like he'd been stood up by him.
Releasing a shallow yet relieved breath when Robbie finally arrived at the Market Street establishment, Stuart waved him over to the table he'd procured while he was waiting.
"Got held up at home, mum's leg is acting up again. You still all right to have lunch?" Robbie asked.
Stuart nodded, before asking, "What are you having? My shout."
"Just get us a pint of coke, and I'll have scampi and chips."
Robbie took a space along the backrest, waiting a few moments for Stuart to return with their drinks. He got his phone out to read his messages but the screen was black, the battery was dead.
Putting their soft drinks on the table Stuart asked, "So how's things?" knowing from an earlier phone conversation with Jackie that they were presently investigating his estranged fathers murder, he held back releasing that information, instead opting to let Robbie tell him if he wanted to.
Taking a swig of his drink Robbie started, "My dad was murdered and I know this will seem strange because of how I feel about him for what he put me and mum through but I'm feeling conflicted about it. Part of me is glad he is dead and can't hurt anybody else but a part of me also wants to work as hard as possible to catch his killer."
Quickly changing the subject before it turned into the rant he was sensing, Stuart asked, "How's Jackie?" poking at the chunky wedge of lime in his glass before removing it.
"She's good, same as she always is really," Robbie paused a moment. "Before I left she made me an offer but I'm undecided about it."
"What offer?"
"I got in a lot debt with the gambling and she wants me to sell my flat and move in with her." Rubbing his face, Robbie grumbled. "I mean of course I'd be back there like a shot, but I don't know and that kiss we had..."
Smirking at hearing about a long awaited lip lock between his two best friends, Stuart got straight to the point, "you're only undecided about Jackie's offer because of your feelings for her and I did think that you were a lot calmer when you were staying with her. It was like you'd rather be at home with her on a night, than in some club pulling random blonde twenty something's for a few hours of empty sex."
"your right I really did want that, to be at home with her every night and I almost got too comfortable, everything about been there felt right I’m in love with her Stuart, I always have been but she was annoyed at me for showing up as late as I did the first night."
Stuart shook his head. "no, Robbie, she wasn't, she was only unhappy about you showing up like that because she wasn't at the top of your 'list' when you were looking for a bed for the night. With the way you two constantly tease each other, she ought to have been the only person you asked."
Robbie chuckled at Stuart's accurate analysis of his and Jackie's frequently flirtatious friendship. "All right, I went about that the wrong way but I was and still am grateful that she didn't tell me to piss off and make me sleep in the car that night. I've stayed over a few times since then and I always ask now before it gets too late."
A server brought their meals to them, putting the cutlery and small container of sauces on the table. "Enjoy your meals," she said, "can I get you anything else?"
Stuart was famished, shaking his head as he eagerly tucked into his long awaited meal.
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I have a wee snippet from chapter 3 of Twice Unjust, this is the Robbie & Stuart scene (yep had to bring Stuart back - missed him too much). I still need a beta for it, I'm not fussed about canon/fandom knowledge.
Stuart was in The Gaslamp waiting for Robbie to arrive, he kept looking up every time the door of the bar opened, he'd been waiting for his friend to arrive for almost forty minutes. Of course, the older man's timekeeping was somewhat legendary around the station but he was beginning to feel like he'd been stood up by him.
Releasing a shallow yet relieved breath when Robbie finally arrived at the Market Street establishment, Stuart waved him over to the table he'd procured while he was waiting.
"Got held up at home, mum's leg is acting up again. You still all right to have lunch?" Robbie asked.
Stuart nodded, before asking, "What are you having? My shout."
"Just get us a pint of coke, and I'll have scampi and chips."
Robbie took a space along the backrest, waiting a few moments for Stuart to return with their drinks. He got his phone out to read his messages but the screen was black, the battery was dead.
Putting their soft drinks on the table Stuart asked, "So how's things?" knowing from an earlier phone conversation with Jackie that they were presently investigating his estranged fathers murder, he held back releasing that information, instead opting to let Robbie tell him if he wanted to.
Taking a swig of his drink Robbie started, "My dad was murdered and I know this will seem strange because of how I feel about him for what he put me and mum through but I'm feeling conflicted about it. Part of me is glad he is dead and can't hurt anybody else but a part of me also wants to work as hard as possible to catch his killer."
Quickly changing the subject before it turned into the rant he was sensing, Stuart asked, "How's Jackie?" poking at the chunky wedge of lime in his glass before removing it.
"She's good, same as she always is really," Robbie paused a moment. "Before I left she made me an offer but I'm undecided about it."
"What offer?"
"I got in a lot debt with the gambling and she wants me to sell my flat and move in with her." Rubbing his face, Robbie grumbled. "I mean of course I'd be back there like a shot, but I don't know and that kiss we had..."
Smirking at hearing about a long awaited lip lock between his two best friends, Stuart got straight to the point, "you're only undecided about Jackie's offer because of your feelings for her and I did think that you were a lot calmer when you were staying with her. It was like you'd rather be at home with her on a night, than in some club pulling random blonde twenty something's for a few hours of empty sex."
"your right I really did want that, to be at home with her every night and I almost got too comfortable, everything about been there felt right I’m in love with her Stuart, I always have been but she was annoyed at me for showing up as late as I did the first night."
Stuart shook his head. "no, Robbie, she wasn't, she was only unhappy about you showing up like that because she wasn't at the top of your 'list' when you were looking for a bed for the night. With the way you two constantly tease each other, she ought to have been the only person you asked."
Robbie chuckled at Stuart's accurate analysis of his and Jackie's frequently flirtatious friendship. "All right, I went about that the wrong way but I was and still am grateful that she didn't tell me to piss off and make me sleep in the car that night. I've stayed over a few times since then and I always ask now before it gets too late."
A server brought their meals to them, putting the cutlery and small container of sauces on the table. "Enjoy your meals," she said, "can I get you anything else?"
Stuart was famished, shaking his head as he eagerly tucked into his long awaited meal.
"I'll have another coke, please," Robbie said.