2020-10-04 - Look Out For Number One

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Hi! It's Bennie. Hope you don't mind me texting the number from your employment file.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Hey! No, that's what you have the number for, isn't it? I heard the good news! Is everyone okay? You guys need anything?

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Sorry I haven't reached out. I've been in a sort of mental coma..thing.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : I thought you might be a little busy. You know, with supposedly dead people returning and whatnot. Vic told me about it. So did some yachter named Rick but I don't think he was a reliable witness. Are you all right? I have your number now, I -will- keep asking that.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Can I keep avoiding the question?

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Let's narrow it down a little. Are you in one piece physically? Any bullet injuries?

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Thanks for helping clean up the bar, I know 'mass chaos' isn't in your job description.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Fit as as Itzhak's fiddle! And not the one he smashed to pieces.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Pretty sure it's actually covered under 'assist where required'. Good. No injuries is a good start. I'm going to ask about smashed fiddles sometime but first things first. Any holes in other person?

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Uhm. Ruiz shot Easton, Easton shot Geoff. Don't ask me in which order, things are kinda blurry. Everyone is fixed now though. As far is the public is concerned, lightening hit the bar, and people were hurt from exploding windows and shrapnel
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(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : That explains my friend Rick. He went on about people with guns at first, then started talking about the weather. I gave him a free coffee and called him a cab. Met Geoff yesterday. Easton needs better aim. Sorry, bad time to joke. Tell me de la Vega didn't put the man in hospital for three months ahead.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I don't know. There was some kind of tussle downstairs. I didn't investigate. Still hiding under a blanket with my phone.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : You probably should talk to somebody when you're a bit more up for it. You must be in shock. Both of you.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I will. I'm feeling better, I think. No more sparkly stars in my vision. Ruiz has been keeping me...mentally sedated for my own well being. I'll brave it soon.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I guess I..

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : ...

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : ...

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : You're in shock.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Just wanted to make sure you're okay.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Tell me if there is anything I can do. I'm fine. I wasn't there when the manure hit the fan. I'll go breathe down the necks of the repair crew a few times a day for you.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I just mean after

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : ...

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Nevermind.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : You're a peach, thank you.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Hey. No need to poke a sleeping dog with a stick. It's fine. Happy endings happen.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Please tell me no one's giving you a hard time about the other night. I'll talk to them if they are.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I haven't told anyone yet.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Was worried some jackass reporter got you.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Still so much to look forward to.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Like when you're done having lobster fights, we can boil them up for dinner.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Look, it's not any of my business, really. But if you're worried someone's going to misunderstand. Tell them the truth. What's anyone going to say, you're not allowed to talk to people about feeling like shit?

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I'm not worried.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : ... I am running with the lobster thing. Laugh all you want. I'm taking it and I'm running with it. Sure as hell beats having four different people hung out in the press as parts of my supposed sexscapades.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Shame, it was good business for the bar 😉

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : At least this shit only can hurt me. I am honestly quite remarkably relieved.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I'm sorry for what you're going through.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Gray Harbor being Gray Harbor. We're all in a rough spot at the moment, but -- look, a guy who's supposed to be dead turns out not to be. I get off the bloody hook about being a celebrity -before- I get arrested on drugging and raping Maggi Gyre. As far as I am considered, Gray Harbor lost this round.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Wait, what you got arrested for what?!

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : I didn't. But the National Enquirer certainly was arguing that I should be.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Goodness.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : See? We won this time.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Look, I'm no business manager but Vic kind of is. Between us, I'm pretty sure we can handle the repairs and get the Twofer back in business. Then we can have the grand re-opening when you and Marshall are ready. Right now, you need to look out for you.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I'm not worried about the bar.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Good. No injuries. No worries about the bar. Narrowing it down. 🙂 Look, if you need to talk, you know where I live. And if for some reason you'd prefer to have coffee somewhere public, we can do that.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : I think I'm just going to go back to sleep. But I just wanted you to know nothing is going to change. You still have a job and a friend.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Nothing's changed. Offer stands, you have my number. Get some rest. Look out for number one. And let me know how you're doing, right? I don't really have a horde of friends, I tend to hoard the ones I got.

(TXT to Ravn) Bennie : Consider me hoarded. TTYL.

(TXT to Bennie) Ravn : Sleep well. -hugs-