Nope.

[taketheride]

Jesus Christ... you've gone off the deep end. You can't really be thinking about jumping back on this night train again, can you? All roads lead to this one, they always do. I've never left, man. I'm always the itch at the part of your back that you can't quite scratch. You can't get rid of me.

But you're not ready. Give yourself some time. Anything that's worth doing is worth doing right... and I will not be half-assed. Not now, not ever.

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[imonabike]

You and me both.

[taketheride]

How so?

[imonabike]

Being back and being half-assed. I don't wanna be, either.

[taketheride]

On all counts, then. We'll take this ride, together.

[imonabike]

Sure. I don't think you and me've hung out in a while, anyway.

[taketheride]

Years, maybe.

Welcome to the night train.

[imonabike]

Pretty sure it's years. Hey again, Raoul.

So what's the night train exactly, again?

[taketheride]

You'll know it when you experience it.

best tag I've ever written I know

[imonabike]

Uh.

absolutely.

[taketheride]

Uh.

i'll take my pulitzer now

[imonabike]

Guess I still don't know what you're talking about half of the time.

[virtueless]

You seem happy nonetheless.

[taketheride]

Not sure that happy is the word, man.

Eager, maybe. I'm ready to put on a show.

[virtueless]

[and we all know how THOSE usually end. he sighs to himself, quietly.]

Is there any chance at all that it will not end in vandalism, harassment, and the wanton destruction of public and private property?

[taketheride]

I'd say there's about a 10% chance.

[virtueless]

You aren't making it very easy to like you.

[taketheride]

To be fair, neither are you.

[virtueless]

I am only doing my job. You know it isn't anything personal, although if you keep that attitude, I cannot guarantee it will stay that way for long.

[the other constables he works with would be able to make that statement sound so threatening, but from Ichabod? it's the complete opposite. his soft voice coupled with the clipped, brisk way he speaks, as if reciting a lesson, just makes him sound like he's trying to hold himself back from being too rude.]

[taketheride]

Fooled me, man. But keep up the good work.

[virtueless]

How hard can it really be for you to behave yourself? People do it all the time with little to no trouble at all.

[taketheride]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[virtueless]

I think you do.

[hijadedurango]

... Dad?

[An 18-year-old girl with big brown eyes and black twin braids gives Raoul a baffled look. That's not your father, Priscilla. But damn if the resemblance isn't uncanny.]

[taketheride]

I hope not.

[hijadedurango]

Ya look just like 'im! 'Cept his eyes are green...

[Though truthfully, she can't clearly tell what color Raoul's eyes are through his sunglasses, but her father's green eyes are somewhat distinctive. Still, he's otherwise nearly identical.]

What's ya name, sir?

[taketheride]

That's concerning.

Duke... Raoul Duke. Doctor of Journalism.

[hijadedurango]

A journalist? That's interestin'...

[She briefly wonders what it takes to qualify as a doctor of journalism, though.]

I guessin' ya don't have a twin brother then, do ya?

[Her father turned out to have a half-brother, after all. One he didn't remember. Hey, it happens when you get amnesia. This doesn't look like it's turning out to be the same case here, however.]

[madcapmarsupial]

Better than been an itch on the arse, yeah?

[taketheride]

Depends on how you feel about scratching it in public.

[grenadeball]

SHITFACE!

[taketheride]

Am I about to witness some kind of domestic abuse?

[madcapmarsupial]

Depends how many fuckin' Castle XXXs she's had, mate.

'Ey, Big Ears, where've you been? I've been lookin' all over the bloody place.

[grenadeball]

How much of 'looking' was 'buying and beating off to old hustler magazines and Gigantor reruns', ya twat.

[madcapmarsupial]

That was only like, forty percent of the search, love.

[He's done the math, sort of.]

[taketheride]

Nothing but hard work and determination, I see.

[grenadeball]

Marriage is a struggle.

Mostly for him.

[madcapmarsupial]

I'm still here, right?

Well, except when I wasn't but, those don't count.

[grenadeball]

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Where I've been is nowhereland. Where you're about to be is makin' us tea.

[madcapmarsupial]

Do I really have to make the fuckin' tea?

[Whine whine.]

[grenadeball]

Two things, Booga.

1. When have you ever not had to make the tea.

2. What happened any time you tried to get out of making the tea.

[madcapmarsupial]

Right, right...

[SIGH.]

You're bloody lucky I'm head over bollocks for you.

[grenadeball]

Pfffft, as if, I'm pretty sure you've got a fetish for your ass getting kicked by me at this point.

Make it real good and we might even get kinky tonight.

[See, she cares!]

[madcapmarsupial]

Long as I keep my arse sounds all good to me, love.

[Aiming for the classic arm wrap-around.]

[grenadeball]

Oh, you're keeping your arse, how else will I be able to peg it?

[Mwaaaahh, grabs back and gives sloppy interspecies kisses.]

[madcapmarsupial]

You know too much, Big Ears.

[And they made out and everybody loved it.]