Cabbie Chas Chandler @chaschandler - Tumblr Blog

kinda have muse for chas again, so yep.

#i always come back here #just that i lose muse for the lack of interaction #;; Out of Character

It wouldn’t be the first time. John bristled with annoyance. He really didn’t like ending up in the middle of their rows. Even if Chas was the safer option when it came to transportation, sometimes he made him regret the choice. Feeling guilty for the mild sense of resentment, John rubbed his brow. He’d barely slept this week and he was trying to remember the last time they’d spoken. God – He could be a rubbish mate. John knew he could get wrapped up so surely in his own bullshit that he came off as self-absorbed. It wasn’t deliberate, but it didn’t save him from feeling like an asshole when it occurred to him.

“Don’t s’pose you’ve considered goin’ to couple’s therapy?” John sighed deeply, utterly sincere. Maybe he should have asked that question in the first bloody place. “Listen – I’m sorry. Reckon I’ve not been round t’be a proper mate lately. When I’ve got this sorted, we should hit a pub, catch up.”

Knowing John, that suggestion would sound more like sarcasm than advice, but why did he feel like he was wrong? Let’s suppose Chas suggested Renee to go to couple’s therapy -- Renee would laugh at him all the time in front of the therapist, you make him look like a clown. Ah he’s a joke! He doesn’t even bring proper money! Or things like his dick is so small that an ant does more the work than him. That was Renee -- always embarrassing him. As abusive as it sounded, he hated being alone, and a divorce would just break his comfort zone.

It didn’t take long for Chas to arrive at the place John requested him. Oh yes, Renee loved talking shit about his mate, how stupid he was for listening to John bloody Constantine. He’s going to backstab you like he did to his other friends, you’ll see. Chas filtered most of her gaslighting, but sometimes he just couldn’t. “There, mate. Yer goin’ t’need me now?” A pause. “Mm, yeah, catch up. Whenever yer ‘ave time, mhm.” Would he, though?

#dapperfvck #;; Main

“Don’t be a twat. Last I checked y’didn’t get me up the duff an’ pop the question due t’some backward sense of honour or tradition,” John huffed softly. Maybe he didn’t get it, but there was a lot Chas didn’t get about his life either. He had the strong suspicion Chas still thought his life was a big party despite seeing it was otherwise on a semi-daily basis. “Your problem is that y’jus’ let people lead you by the nose.”

“Oh maybe that’s the problem, huh? Maybe I should just leave Renee and ya, and me life would get one ‘undred percent better.” He muttered against his breath, keeping driving John to the place he requested him to. But it was never easy, wasn’t it? Chas took a deep sigh, just stopping at the traffic light. “Ya say that like it was easy to deal wit’. I like Renee, ‘kay? I’m just... tired of ‘er treating me like shite.”

#dapperfvck #;; Main

“I told y’not t’marry her, an’ I’ve told you how many times that y’need t’get divorced if she makes y’that bloody miserable. Can’t tell if you jus’ don’t wanna deal with the paper work or you’re a bit of a masochist.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. As if that was bloody easy. Me life isn’t like yers. But maybe I’m just a masochist because I ‘ave t’deal with Renee AND ya, wanker. Ya think yer different from ‘er? Ha bloody ha. Yeah, maybe I’m the soddin’ problem. I love sufferin’, yay.”

#dapperfvck #;; Main

“Oh aye, y’gonna whinge the whole way round, but honestly, Chas, wot would y’be doin’ if I hadn’t rung y’up?”

“I’m talkin’ ‘bout me life at home, yer berk. Always the same ol’ scene, y’know? Renee’s even more unbearable.”

#dapperfvck #;; Main

@scouscr from here.

A defence of previous action did not need to be shared– his mood was already black as soot without the exterior irritation, his body racked by a cough that speckled the sleeves of his trench coat crimson with each fit that seized his chest. Worse still, he wasn’t convinced it was necessary to say it out loud – not even to his best mate – that a life filled with so many mistakes may have managed to catch up with him… again.

In such matters, ignorance was the better action to take – if to starve his own niggling fears.

“I couldn’t give a single fuck if it ‘appened last week or fifty years ago. Th’ next time ya get a ‘ouse call from another brimstone wanker, usin’ my name, ya get in touch with me immediately, Chas. Is that understood?” A hard enough feat to pull off in isolation, made worse in practice; for Constantine seldom carried with him a mobile phone.

“Well, don’t ya think I didn’t try to contact ya? Yer ‘ard to get in touch, John.” Chas gave the man a shrug, still trying to make his point valid. Wasn’t he right, though? When John disappeared, not a single soul could find him. Not even his best mate. Wasn’t it frustrating? As if that was his fault.

“Ya wouldn’t pick up the bloody phone. And now yer coughin’ blood for some reason, and I just ‘ope it’s not another disease. Or that soddin’ demon who was lookin’ for ya.”

Just great now. As much as Chas wanted John to leave that dangerous habit behind, he couldn’t convince him otherwise. How many years had he tried to do that? Pff. “C’mon, let us get ya out of here.”

#scouscr #;; Main