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004. Video; un: driver
[ When the video starts, nothing shows but a Cadelle street. It's the middle of the night and the streetlamps are all the light around. There's music playing, obviously coming from the phone's speakers, tinny. But it's half covered by Baby's humming. ]
Hellooooo everyone! I thought I'd sing you a lullaby.
[ It's obvious that Baby is drunk when he starts speaking, even without being on the screen, and it's even more obvious when he moves the camera a little, half his face appearing, shadowed by the streetlights he's walking under. He's wearing sunglasses.
Eyes half closed, the unsteadiness of the video shows how much Baby has had earlier. He stumbles for a step, then stops, laughing to himself as he runs a hand over his face.
Then, he starts singing, along with the song playing: ]
So take a look at me now
Since I told you it's over
You got a hole in your heart
I'll find a four leaf clover
You can't tell me this now
This far down the line
That you're never, ever gonna get over me
[ He might be drunk, but at least he's not a bad singer. It's a bit wobbly, and there are tears in his voice as he sings, the words feeling like they're stabbing him, over and over.
Isabelle's gone.
He stops singing, looking ahead at the mostly empty street. He stumbles again, closes his eyes while he takes a deep breath, head tilted up to the sky. When he opens them again, and then turns to the camera, he's grinning. ]
Feels like a perfect night for a joyride, right?
[ The words are slurred, and Baby's smile is already wavering, but then he turns the camera to his car, parked a few feet away. ]
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[ Baby closes his eyes again, taking his time to think about it, which is hard because his brain feels so, so slow. ]
Weeeeeeeellllll..... is there a girl you like? Because that helps, for relaxing. You know, have some fun.
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[ in women or having fun, take your pick. alec would personally opt for "both". indicating to turn, he manoeuvres the car to the right, almost like he was born to drive (he wasn't, he's just going grandpa speed). ] I'm relaxed enough. [ says the person with stiff shoulders. ]
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[ Baby closes his mouth, confused for a moment, before his brain goes around, the look on Alec's face, the way his knuckles are white on the steering wheel, the stiffness he carries himself with.
It takes Baby a long time, but then: ]
Or, wait. You're not interested in girls?