CSI:Miami RT #12 - 'Road To Nowhere'

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You know...this is where I'm going to insert the old adage Be careful what you ask for. I totally put this on Katie- she's the one with the hair brained idea to play truth or dare when everyone was game to go to sleep. Now...I have to ask...Wtf is going on with Anni that she just jumps Speed so easily? I can understand putting old issues to rest....but still....

Scotty.... -_- enough said, I think. There's going to come a time where he's going to have to face his demons, I think three days in front of kids and a wife who haven't seen you in a week is going to be the spotlight he needs. Lori's going to see that coming a mile away, and then...Fireworks. To be a fly on that wall... LOL

Awesome update!
 
OOOHH! See I told you that you should have let Tom go on this trip! Now look what you've done! you have let Katie talk Anni back into sluttin for Speed! What is Tom gonna say when he finds out about her kissin on Speed.

If I was Speed I would watch out for Katie shes got baby on the brain. She lible to slip him a Mickey and have her way with him and come up pregnant! Boy that would be funny! But then Speed would kill her then we wouldn't have that katie fun anymore! lol!
I still think it would be funny if she did get pregnant what the hell would they do with that one! lol! Katie would probably trade it for a case of Mustard or a pack of gum or something stupid like that! lol!

Scott is gonna have to get his shit together! Lori is gonna kick his butt to the curb when she sees him and knows what hes been doing. Maybe her and Tom can kidnap him and tie him up in the pool house and hold him captive till they get him cleaned up! lol!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :adore:

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Miami, street, 9:30am

Scott: *steps out of pharmacy*

Tom: *shuts door, looks over* Scotty!

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *runs over* You're in town?

Scott: It's Friday.

Tom: *smiles* Lori's going to be so happy to see you.

Scott: Yeah. Listen, you think you could give me a ride back to my hotel so I can grab some things?

Tom: You're not staying at the house?

Scott: Uh, yeah, I am. I just came in early, that's all. Didn't want to wake the kids.

Tom: Okay. *looks at bag* What's in the bag?

Scott: Personal things.

Tom: Great well, let's get you to your hotel then.

Delano hotel

Scott: *walks into bathroom, shuts door*

Tom: I-...right. *leans against door* You should probably know that Steph's teacher got fired.

Scott: Really.

Tom: Yeah, apparently he didn't like teaching the kids as much as he liked doing, y'know, other things.

Scott: Uh huh.

Tom: *lifts brow* Steph's fine, though. Thanks for asking.

Scott: She's a tough kid.

Tom: What the hell are you doing in there?

Scott: I don't ask you what you do in the men's room.

Tom: *tilts head*

20 minutes later

Scott: *walks out of bathroom* We can go.

Tom: May I use the bathroom?

Scott: No. *shuts door*

Tom: *nods slowly* I guess I can use Lori's.

Scott: *walks over to bed, grabs suitcase*

Inside car, road

Tom: *looks over*

Scott: *staring out window*

Tom: You don't look happy to be here.

Scott: I am happy.

Tom: Gee I guess the dulled expression on your face confused me.

Scott: Just drive.

Tom: *looks back at road* The kids have been jumping off the walls excited to see you.

Scott: Great.

Tom: They probably miss your food more than anything, though. *smiles* Lori's a shitty chef.

Scott: *staring out window*

Tom: *smile fades* Want to listen to the radio or something?

Scott: No.

Tom: *sigh* Don't say I never asked.

Gables Estates, driveway

Tom: *steps out of car, shuts door*

Scott: *walks around car, lifts trunk*

Tom: *leans against car*

Scott: *yanks suitcase from trunk*

Tom: What is this, a chore for you? You can at least pretend to be happy to see your family.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Tom: Jesus, I didn't think you and Lori were that far in the shitter.

Scott: *slams trunk shut*

Tom: *waves hand* Hey, Scott. Love of your life in there.

Scott: *walks up steps, bangs on door*

Tom: *looks at Scott*

Inside house

Scott: *steps in*

Lori: *smiling, wraps arms around Scott*

Scott: *staring blankly*

Tom: *steps over*

Lori: *smile fades, lets go* Is everything okay?

Scott: Yeah.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *picks up suitcase, walks away*

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *shrugs*

Upstairs, bedroom

Scott: *throws suitcase onto bed*

Lori: *steps over* ...Scott?

Scott: *looks back*

Lori: I missed you.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: Steph's out back. I haven't told her you're here yet.

Scott: *looks back at suitcase*

Lori: *walks away*

Kitchen

Tom: *crosses arms* What do you think's wrong with him?

Lori: Maybe he's just bummed about leaving. Or he had a rough week at work.

Tom: You want my professional opinion? Better yet, how about my personal opinion. The guy's so high he can barely speak.

Lori: *shakes head* I should have said something more before he left.

Steph: *runs in* Is Daddy home yet?

Lori: You know what, I think he just might be.

Scott: *walks down stairs*

Steph: *looks at Scott* DADDY! *runs over*

Scott: *smiles, kneels* Hey! *wraps arms around Steph*

Steph: *hugs Scott*

Scott: How's school been?

Steph: Good.

Scott: That's great. You ready for Monopoly tonight?

Steph: *smiles* YEAH! *lets go* I get to be banker.

Scott: *laughs* You know what, I think it'd be better if I was banker this time around.

Steph: Fine but Dommy doesn't get to sit near the houses 'cause he chews on them.

Scott: *nods* Sounds fair. And remember, no calculators.

Steph: Aw Daddy that's no fun.

Scott: *smiles* Too bad. *stands*

Steph: Can Tommy play?

Scott: I think Tom needs to go back home and take care of his own kids. *looks at Tom*

Tom: No it's fine, I can play.

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *smiles*

Dining room, 7pm

Steph: *counts on fingers* Uh...Daddy how much is that?

Scott: 150.

Steph: *picks up money* ...*grabs money* Here.

Scott: Thank you.

Tom: We're 30 minutes into the game and Scott's already got hotels.

Lori: *smirks*

Tom: You play this much as a child?

Scott: Not really.

Lori: He used to play with Krista all the time at the treatment place.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *blinks* Huh. I guess I connected the game with her.

Scott: ...Krista.

Lori: Yeah. She was about 16, got dumped there by her parents, a little slow...

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: You wouldn't leave her side. Well, *laughs* at least not until you put a gun to you head and spent the next 4 days in a lockdown unit.

Tom: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *scratches head*

Scott: Perhaps this isn't the best thing to bring up in front of the children.

Tom: Oh I don't mind.

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Steph: Tommy, you owe me 500 smackers.

Tom: What? *looks down at board*

Steph: I own Boardwalk.

Tom: Maybe I should have thought twice before playing Monopoly with a Finch.

Steph: *smiles* Pay up, Tommy.

Tom: *shuffles through money*

Scott: *rubs forehead* Would you excuse me? Bathroom break. *stands, walks away*

Lori: *looks back*

Tom: I hope you're happy. That's all I have.

Steph: *takes money*

Tom: Next time, Scott gets to play with his own money.

Lori: *grabs dice*

Steph: Momma, I'm thirsty.

Lori: There's juice in the kitchen.

Steph: *jumps down, runs into kitchen*

Lori: *tosses dice*

Tom: What do you think we should do about Scotty? Confront him?

Lori: Like an intervention or something?

Tom: Maybe.

Lori: *sigh* ...I hate this. I hate that I know exactly what he's doing when he's upstairs. It's not him.

Tom: I don't think he's been himself for a long time.

Lori: Ugh.

Bedroom, 1am

Scott: *stands, walks into bathroom*

Lori: *opens eyes, sits up*

Dominick: *runs in* Momma!

Lori: *looks at Dominick* What are you doing up?

Dominick: Thirsty.

Lori: Okay. *stands, picks up Dominick*

Hallway

Dominick: *runs into bathroom*

Lori: *turns on tap*

Dominick: *jumps onto toilet*

Lori: *picks up glass*

Dominick: Make it cold, Momma.

Lori: I am.

Dominick: *rubs eye*

Lori: *hands over glass*

Dominick: *takes glass, drinks*

Lori: Hurry off to bed now.

Dominick: *jumps down, runs*

Bedroom

Lori: *walks in, sits on bed*

Scott: *walks out of bathroom, shuts door*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Scott: ...You're up.

Lori: So are you.

Scott: Had to use the bathroom.

Lori: Oh I know. And tomorrow you're going to be in the guest house. I don't want you using around me and the kids.

Scott: *stares at Lori* ...Was Bob talking to you?

Lori: No.

Scott: Then who was it.

Lori: Nobody, Scott. *stands* How long has this really been going on?

Scott: *shakes head*

Lori: *steps closer* You can talk to me. We can figure this ou-

Scott: No. Go back to bed.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: GO!

Lori: *flinches*

Scott: *walks over to door* Bitch. *leaves, slams door*

Lori: *staring blankly*

TBC...............................
 
I'm only going to say this once....

Memo to Lori:

KICK HIS ASS OUT! It's only going to be worst...for you and the kids. They haven't picked up on yet, but believe me, when they do, it's not going to be a good sight. This is so not Scott, and it hurts to see him like this...but if he needs to hit rock bottom, then so be it.

I promise, when he's better, he's going to regret the things he's done...But I can see that there's just so much more destruction to come. Sad...but necessary....

Once more:

KICK HIS ASS OUT!


...that is all

Awesome update!
 
Bitch? Bitch? did he just call her a Bitch? Err! Um, Me thinks he should be wearing his buttock up around his head so that when he sneezes his ass checks would flap from the breeze! LMAO!

Well at leat both Tom and Lori know what hes doing. Maybe they can kidnap him and take him to Dr. Phil or something ! lol! Really I think he should have to go on a RT with the gang for about 3months! Seriously 3 months locked up with Katie! Thats enough to sober up an elephant! lol!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :)

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New York, APL Financial, 96th floor, 9am, one week later

Bob: *looks down at watch*

Executive: *taps pen on table*

Bob: Alright, let's start. W-

Scott: *walks in*

Bob: *lifts eyes*

Scott: Who are we firing today? *claps hands together*

Bob: The uh...cutbacks will be based on performance and complaints. And it will only be with regards to employees in this building.

Scott: Great. *picks up folder*

Bob: *leans over, whispers* Have you eaten in the last week?

Scott: Richards and Aiala can go. Hey how about Chavez? He's a real dick.

Bob: You really don't have to be here, Scott.

Scott: I'm on the board.

Bob: You also haven't showered.

Scott: Alright people, Mister Bennett is on the chopping block today.

Bob: What?

Everyone: *looks at Scott*

Scott: Unless everyone wants 30 seconds to explain to me why they should keep their job, let's have a vote. All in favour of dismissing our humble CEO.

Everyone: *staring at Scott*

Bob: He's joking around.

Scott: No he's not.

Bob: *looks at Scott* You have no grounds to fire me.

Scott: I don't need grounds, I own the company.

Bob: Partially.

Scott: *smiles* Come now, let's not play semantics. *looks around* How 'bout it, fellas? And female fellas.

Bob: Don't indulge him. He has a drug problem. He shouldn't be on the board, his judgement is altered. I encourage each of you to decide whether or not Mister Finch should be dismissed from the board indefinitely.

Scott: *looks at Bob* Maybe you should bring it up at the next meeting. Oh right, you won't be here.

Bob: All in favour.

Everyone: *raises hands*

Bob: There you have it. Please leave, Scott.

Scott: *looks around*

Bob: Don't make me call security.

Scott: I pulled this company out of the fire and this is the thanks I get. That's...brilliant. You'd all be in cubicles supplying printer ink if it wasn't for me.

Bob: Scott, y-

Scott: No. Especially you, Bob. You've been jealous of me since the day we met. 'When do I get a promotion', 'can I have more vacation days', 'can I have a raise' is all you'd pester me with on a daily basis. You're lucky I didn't toss you out on your ass and you certainly didn't earn the position you hold right now. You know what you were? The lesser of all the evils clamouring for the job.

Bob: *lowers head*

Scott: But don't worry. *slams hand on table* It'll eat at you too and eventually, you'll be another burnt-out, angry, unappreciated suit in a corner office. The only difference is, your family already hated you before you got here.

Bob: *places hands on hips*

Scott: You know the great thing about this? All I'm going to have left soon is my money and *laughs* it's all going up my arm. *laughing*

Everyone: *staring at Scott*

Bob: Someone get him out of here.

Executive: *stands, grabs Scott's arm*

Scott: *pushes Executive* I know the way down. *walks away*

Bob: Follow him. Make sure he gets home.

Executive: *walks away*

Bob: This all stays here. We don't need the bad publicity.

Gables Estates, house, 3 weeks later

Lori: *reading newspaper, sips tea*

Steph: *walks over, sits*

Lori: Hey. You ready for school?

Steph: *nods*

Lori: *lifts eyes* What's wrong?

Steph: *shrugs*

Lori: Come here.

Steph: *walks over, climbs into Lori's lap*

Lori: *wraps arm around Steph* Daddy's not coming home.

Steph: Not ever?

Lori: Not unless he gets better.

Steph: When's that gonna be?

Lori: *brushes hair from Steph's cheek* That's up to him, sweetie.

Steph: I want him to be better. Not mean.

Lori: Me too.

Steph: *lies head on Lori's chest*

TBC....................................
 
Well Now that we got that out of our systems when does the meeting start! Hmm! Bou Scott you have really screwed the pooch this time! you've got thrown of of your own company's board. Wait till Lori hears about this one!

I guess the next time anyone see him he'll livin in a cardboard penthouse over at 33ty 3rd and 3rd, hangin out with cousin Vinny from Jamaica Queens down by the pizza parlor.

Poor Steph she misses her Daddy! I just don't know if her Daddy's ever comin back home!

Great Update Geni!
 
I'm at a loss for words with Scotty. I won't go all boo hoo , poor Scotty because poor Scotty put himself there, and until he realizes that he's about to make a HUGE mistake ( or has, seeing as if Lori's kicked him out), he's never going to get better and we might see him in that cardboard mansion that Flash talked about... This all serves as a purpose, to get him back to where he needs to be, CLEAN and HEALTHY. Of course, it's getting there that's half the battle...

He's going to make it, I think. I say this, because he's smart enough to figure it out. Let's just see how long it takes...

Awesome update!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :)

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Arizona, 3pm

Katie: *chasing tumbleweed* Stop! I want to get a picture for my album!

Speed: *leans against Hummerhome*

Anni: *walks over* What's she doing?

Speed: Calisthenics.

Anni: *smiles* Aw look at her go. She's so...springy.

Speed: We should talk about what happened.

Anni: *looks at Speed* What do you mean?

Speed: The...kiss.

Anni: *lifts brow* That was a dare and it was a month ago. We were just fooling around.

Speed: Oh so it's okay if you're playing. I'm sure Tom will appreciate it.

Anni: Tom and I have certain...liberties. When I'm on a road trip, he doesn't ask and I don't tell. Similarily...and that's that. *smiles*

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Anni: Alright, look...I just really wanted to do that. Y'know, old time's sake and all that.

Speed: *nods slowly*

Anni: You're the father of my child. I'm sure Brook would approve.

Speed: Brook's 2.

Anni: *stares blankly* Kids are very perceptive.

Speed: She's in Miami.

Anni: Just get over it. I've been burned enough, it's my turn to be a slut. *walks away*

Speed: *blinks*

Katie: *runs over, smiling* I caught the tumbleweed.

Speed: Did you get the picture?

Katie: *looks down at tumbleweed* Oops.

Speed: Alright, H wants to get moving so get inside. *opens door*

Katie: *steps inside*

Inside Hummerhome, road

Horatio: Where are we going next?

Calleigh: Ooh we didn't get to see the Grand Canyon last time.

Delko: You guys have to promise not to push me in.

Speed: We'll try to restrain ourselves.

Colton: We should rent some horses.

Speed: No. I hate horses.

Calleigh: *smiles* Oh come on, Tim. Horses love you.

Colton: I think the word you're looking for is wh-

Speed: *punches Colton*

Colton: Ow.

Katie: I think horses are romantic.

Anni: I like motorcycles. Tom would look great on a motorcycle.

Katie: Tom looks great doing anything badass.

Anni: *looks at Katie*

Katie: I, of course hate his guts. He's a good for nothing two-bit hoodlem.

Delko: He has style, though.

Colton: And great hair.

Calleigh: Lovely eyes.

Horatio: He smells like a bed of-

Anni: Alright, alright. We can suck the drool back up now.

Katie: You'll find no drool from me. I'm still crushing on Scott.

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: I mean Speed. Tim Speedle. *looks at Speed, smiles* I love you.

Speed: *kisses Katie's cheek*

Katie: *smiling*

New York, condo, 6pm

Doris: *walks in* Scotty!

Bob: *steps in*

Doris: Scotty where are you!

Bob: *shuts door*

Doris: *looks around* Where's my boy?

Bob: He's not answering his phone, ma'am.

Doris: That's unacceptable. *walks down hallway*

Bob: *follows*

Doris: *banging on doors* Scotty! It's your mother!

Bob: *steps into bedroom* Found him.

Doris: *walks over*

Bob: *sits on bed, grabs Scott's face* Scotty! Yikes.

Doris: This is my Scotty? He's skin and bones.

Bob: *waves hand* Yo!

Doris: *sits on bed, grabs Scott's hand* How did this happen?

Bob: *shakes head* I guess everything caught up to him, I don't know.

Doris: He's barely breathing, should we get him to a hospital?

Bob: *slaps Scott's cheek* Hey! Scotty! Think you can come back here for a couple minutes?

Doris: I don't like this.

Bob: *sits Scott up* C'mon, buddy.

Scott: *grabs Bob's shirt*

Bob: There we go. Let's get you showered.

Doris: He needs food.

Bob: *nods*

Bathroom

Bob: *turns on shower*

Scott: *lies head against tile*

Bob: *grabs showerhead* You need to give me a little more consciousness or the water's going to be cold.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Bob: *throws soap* Wash.

Scott: *picks up soap, stares at it*

Bob: You clean yourself with it. It smells good. You like to smell good.

Scott: *drops soap*

Bob: This had better be your sense of humour. I'm not picking that up.

Scott: *closes eyes*

Bob: *sigh*

Kitchen

Doris: *places plate on table* Eat.

Scott: *staring at plate*

Doris: You need food.

Scott: *pushes plate*

Doris: *pushes plate forward* I'm not leaving until you put something in your mouth, my son.

Scott: *shoves plate*

Plate falls off table, shatters

Doris: *stares at Scott*

Bob: *crosses arms*

Doris: *walks around table, grabs Scott's cheeks* Either you eat what's on the floor or we take you to the hospital and they can pump you full of food.

Scott: *lifts eyes* ...Mom?

Doris: Yes. And I don't want you to die. At least not today.

Scott: You need to go.

Doris: *shakes head* I spent the last 40 years being ordered around by your father, I'm not going to take it from my son.

Scott: *looks at Bob*

Bob: Eat and we're out of your hair. That's it.

Scott: *frowns*

Den, 8pm

Doris: *kisses Scott's cheek* I'll be back next week. *runs hand through Scott's hair*

Scott: *turns head away*

Doris: *sigh*

Bob: Thanks for stopping by.

Doris: *stands, walks away*

Bob: *sits on couch*

Scott: *reaches under couch, drops box on table*

Bob: The employees are worried about you.

Scott: *opens box, pulls out syringe*

Bob: Do you have to do that around me?

Scott: *staring at Bob, rolls up sleeve*

Bob: You want to die? Is that it? You've completely given up?

Scott: *picks up bottle, jabs syringe into it*

Bob: Christ, man that stuff's supposed to be for hospitals. How the hell did you get it?

Scott: You gonna narrate the whole time?

Bob: This isn't you. You look...old. Tired. Homeless, even.

Scott: *ties rope around arm*

Bob: If this is you after a few months, I can't imagine you in a year. Unless you're not planning to make it that far.

Scott: You finished?

Bob: No.

Scott: *winces* Ugh.

Bob: What, you all out of veins or something?

Scott: Thought you were leaving.

Bob: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *leans back on couch, throws rope*

Bob: I called Lori yesterday. She wants to see you sometime.

Scott: Tell her to go to hell for me, thanks.

Bob: Alright. *lifts phone, presses button*

Scott: *blinks*

Bob: I think the gangs call it 'proof of life'.

Scott: Hilarious.

Bob: *stands* See you later, Scotty.

Scott: *lies on couch*

Bob: *walks away*

TBC.........................................
 
This is getting downright depressing...I vouch for Scotty to go ahead and do it. He obviously doesn't want to live, let him make it to the fanatical plane of enlightenment. I really hate seeing him like this. In reality I want him to get better... At this point, it's something he has to want, and right now, I don't see that happening.

*sigh* It's so tragic...


Awesome update though!
 
Oh, man. Remember when people were saying that Scott wasn't Speed...?

Whoever thought Doris would end up being part of a pair of life-savers? I mean, man... go Doris! (I can't believe I said that)

:lol: Oh, the Road Trip. I love it. :D

I hope Scotty can get some help before he ends up killing himself...

Great updates! :D
 
Thanks for the reviews! Hee. :)

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Gables Estates, house, 7 days later

Lori: *staring down at phone*

Bob: *sits at table*

Lori: ...This isn't him. *lifts eyes* Is it?

Bob: *nods* It's him. You wouldn't know it by looking at him though, right?

Lori: *looks down at phone*

Bob: The camers adds 10 pounds.

Lori: *covers mouth*

Bob: He's not the most pleasant guy to be around, either.

Lori: *shakes head*

Bob: Thought you should know.

Lori: Thank you.

Bob: How do you feel about all this?

Lori: It's...unreal. I mean, he's not even trying to hide it anymore.

Bob: At least not from me.

Lori: *closes phone, places it on table*

Bob: I'm sorry, Lori. I wish I could do something to help him but I can't.

Lori: *nods*

Bob: *grabs Lori's hand* He's still in there somewhere. I know he is.

Lori: *looks at Bob* I want to see him.

Bob: I'll make arrangements for the kids.

New York, APL Financial lobby, 2pm

Bob: *walks inside* Just have to grab my messages really quick.

Lori: *steps in, looks around*

Bob: *steps around reception desk, sits*

Lori: *looks outside*

Bob: *opens folder, grabs paper* Alright. *stands, walks around desk* We can go. *places hand on Lori's back*

Lori: *walks away*

Greenwich Village, condo, 4:30pm

Bob: *pulls keys from pocket*

Lori: You have his keys?

Bob: Yeah. He doesn't leave.

Lori: *nods slowly*

Bob: His mother brings groceries.

Lori: Why?

Bob: I guess she feels she has to. I told her not to bother, it'll just give him a reason to keep doing what he's doing but she insisted. *pushes door* Scotty! It's Bob!

Lori: *steps in*

Bob: *shuts door*

Lori: *looks around* It's a mess.

Bob: Yeah. A couple days ago I came by to check on him and he threw a fit thinking I was from the government.

Lori: *looks at Bob*

Bob: Oh, right he uh...he didn't get his package of dope on time so the withdrawal was a bitch to be around.

Lori: He has it delivered.

Bob: Yeah. Liquid form.

Lori: *shakes head*

Bob: Scott! *pushes chair over* Scotty!

Scott: *staggers down hallway*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *pushes hair from face* I'm getting the locks changed.

Bob: You'd still let me in.

Scott: *laughs, leans against wall*

Bob: *crosses arms*

Scott: Peaches.

Bob: *lifts brow* Excuse me?

Scott: Lori's perfume.

Lori: *staring at Scott*

Scott: Welcome *bows* to my humble abode.

Bob: *leans over* I think he's in a good mood.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: *staggers over, trips on table*

Lori: *steps back*

Scott: I think there might be a clean part of the couch on that end. *points*

Lori: *reaches up, brushes hair from Scott's face*

Scott: *grabs Lori's hand, laughs* No no. *frowns, shoves Lori's arm*

Lori: *blinks*

Scott: No touching.

Lori: I just...wanted to see your eyes.

Scott: *walks over to couch, shoves plates off*

Bob: *scratches eyebrow*

Scott: *flops onto couch*

Lori: *steps over furniture, sits on couch*

Scott: *lies back on couch, smiles* Robert looks sharp today. Love those colors on you.

Bob: Thanks. That particular color is called 'clean'.

Scott: *claps hands together* Fabulous. *laughs* Someone should think of a career in standup comedy. *looks at Lori* Isn't he hilarious?

Lori: Remember Steph and Dom? The children you're abandoning for this little hobby?

Scott: *smile fades* You're not as entertaining, dear. *looks at Bob* She's fired. *laughs*

Bob: *steps over, sits on table* How would you feel about accompanying us to dinner?

Scott: Nope.

Bob: Then we'll stay here for dinner.

Scott: *sits up, smiles* You're trying to get me to talk to her, aren't you.

Bob: Nothing gets past you, my friend.

Scott: Then let's break out the good china. *stands, walks away*

Lori: *rubs forehead*

Bob: Okay...odd.

Lori: I think it's safe to say Scott found himself an upper.

Bob: *nods*

Lori: *digs around garbage, picks up bottle*

Bob: What is it?

Lori: Desoxyn.

Bob: *lifts brow* English.

Lori: Methamphetamine hydrochloride. It's an ADHD medication.

Bob: I guess the world doesn't suck so hard when you're walking on sunshine.

Kitchen

Scott: *flips spatulas*

Lori: *walks over* What are we havin'?

Scott: Something colorful. Both look and tastewise.

Lori: *nods* Sounds delicious.

Scott: *picks up frying pan, flips veggies*

Lori: You still love to cook.

Scott: *picks up spices, dumps them into frying pan* Hm. No, that won't do. *grabs frying pan, tosses it into sink*

Frying pan steams

Lori: *looks at sink*

Scott: *reaches into cupboard, takes frying pan*

Lori: You're starting over?

Scott: *slams frying pan onto stove*

Lori: Not colorful enough, huh.

Scott: *opens bag of shrimp, tosses it into pan*

Lori: *tilts head*

Scott: *flips hair from face*

Lori: How can you see?

Scott: *taps forehead* Don't need eyes, m'dear.

Lori: ...Right.

Scott: *tosses spices into pan*

Lori: Can I help?

Scott: This Finch is flying solo.

Lori: *smirks* Clever.

Scott: *grabs wine bottle, pours wine into pan*

Steam rises

Scott: *drinks wine*

Lori: *stares at Scott* Steph misses you.

Scott: *slams bottle onto counter*

Lori: Do you miss her?

Scott: Shrimp cooks too quickly. Seafood should always come last. *turns around, opens fridge*

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: *throws lettuce onto counter*

Lori: You're making a salad?

Scott: *slides bowl across counter*

Lori: I hope you plan on eating some of this because you're way too thin. *places hand on Scott's back*

Scott: *shrugs Lori away* Second warning. No touching.

Lori: What happens after the second warning?

Scott: *dumps lettuce into bowl*

Bob: *walks over* I don't think you should test your theory.

Lori: *looks at Bob*

Bob: Cleaned up a table in the other room, we can use that.

Lori: *nods*

Dining room

Bob: *eats salad*

Lori: *taps fingernails on table*

Scott: *pops pills into mouth*

Bob: *drinks water*

Lori: *tapping on table*

Scott: *looks at Lori's hand*

Bob: This is great salad, Scott. The shrimp is perfect, you sure know what you're doing in the k-

Scott: *grabs Lori's hand*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Scott: Please cease that incessant tap tappery.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *leans back in chair, smiles* I hope you saved room for dessert.

Bob: You made dessert?

Scott: There's a restaurant down the street, they have.

Bob: Evidently we've overstayed our welcome.

Scott: *smiling* Ladies and gentlemen, the reason Robert Bennett made CEO. You don't get smarts like that from just anywhere.

Lori: May I stay?

Scott: Our beautiful southern belle has a date with the dwelling from whence she came.

Lori: *frowns*

Bob: *stands* We should go.

Lori: No kidding.

Bob: I'll be outside. *walks away*

Lori: *turns around, leaves*

Scott: *starts to laugh*

TBC.........................
 
I think Bob said it best:

Bob: I guess the world doesn't suck so hard when you're walking on sunshine.
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I mean, yeah, Scotty's clever and entertaining, but at the root of it all...*sigh* No need to overanaylze things. He's high, he's having fun, he's a mess, .....and apparently, he has problems with being touched....:wtf:

Scotty's cool when he's high- Although....high= destruction....

Just a thought!


Awesome update~!
 
Well I see Scott is on the road to destruction! Looks like Loris gonna have to call in the reinforcements. She needs to call her Father. Speed is the only one that can usually talk to Scott and get him straight. He needs to grab Tom and go to NY and have an intervention and clean him up.

That could be interesting.

Katie is still trippin on Scott! Maybe she needs to see what hes like now. She might appreciate Speed a little more. And Hmmm, Speed Kissed Katie on the cheek! he must have been in a good mood with her that day. One min he is lovin on he and the next hes about to pound on her! Talk about a Love Hate relationship! I think she needs to get Pregnant! Lol! It would be totally funny ! I'm tellin you Speed needs a son to turn his life around!

Great update Geni!
 
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