[Liam]: (walking on the lawn, sucks in a smoke, passes then the ciggy to Louis) "I'm not a good deal of a golf guy you know."
[Louis]: (catches it, looking down, repeats his mate's action) "me neither."
[Liam]: (some silence that seems comfortable, but is tense for Lee) "I have got a friend, you see." (Louis tries to keep still) "I believe he could quite use, & needs some psychological help." (Looks up sidedly at Louis for a sec then down) "I think you could do well with that. Some anxiety problems and all that. Substance..."
[Louis]: (lowly) "I'm not a psychologist but a psychiatrist." (In a regular voice, after taking another smoke in) "No problem with that." (Liam heard all anyway)
[Liam]: "He'd been ill for a while. & I've been trying to persuade him for sometime...& all..." (drawls off)
[Louis]: (disassociated) "He could come in."
[Liam]: (squinting at scurrying Niall in triumph over scoring well, "wouhou-ing" clumsily) "Look at that man...I would wonder how come you acutely contradicted people are best mates, but it doesn't surprise me anymore honestly."
[Louis]: "Opposites attract."
[Liam]: (nods) "I appreciate the favour tho mate, thanks."
[Louis]: "My job, technically. I'd be a dick if I decline. Inconsidick."
[Liam]: (shrugs) "Still got the right to decide on patients." (Pats his shoulder strongly) "I appreciate it anyway." (Takes a drag of nicotine, looks ahead in the open) "I never found pleasure in the frustration of keeping track of scoring a ball inside a hole." (Snickers, ciggy in hand) "Not like we don't have trouble with that in the real field already." (Louis is looking down at the ground, lost in thought)
{SCENE 2}
[Drunkie]: (swerving on the road, breaths into the collar of his jacket, it's visible in the cold, his laughing drunk mates bump into Louis, in result into his own shoulder, his glass of beer falls to the ground, hisses but calmly) "Fuck's sake." (Louder to a walking away Louis) "Ay, excuse you."
[Louis]: (quickly looks a them for a split second then back to the ground) "Sorry."
[Drunkie]: (grins mischievously) "Odd how people think that solves it all. Well my pint is on the ground still, innit?"
[Giggly Drunkie]: (mocking) "So-rrehy."
[Harry]: (to the rescue) "There's a problem mate?" (Casually walking by, hands in pocket)
[Drunkie]: "Well, your buddy just happened to drop my drink to the ground. I had to almost strangle the bartender to get that glass outta the pub." (No shame really)
[Harry]: (resilient) "I'm sure your drunk buddy did that, of which Lou apologised nonetheless for, now it's clear the both of you are too legless to neither start a fight nor keep a beer in hand. (Firm) "So I suggest you get going."
[Drunkie]: (lips screwed up, says lowly) "No hard feeling mate." (They get going, laughing out as they get further)
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The Boy Out Of The Graphite Picture
Fanfic"And so people try not to miss the verdict in what they love or assure to, as if for that they're trying not to afflict right in what they despise or are repelled from, they are all equal in desiring the delusional happiness that is not impossible t...
