MaryAnne

*nods* Ok. What's your suggestion?

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*raises hand as if to spit in it, ridgerunner style, but then smiles and grasps cousins hand* Awright, I won't chain ya to the bed. Unless somebody lets you out of jail again and we have to repeat all this craziness again. Not only will I chain you to the bed here, I will run you up the flag pole. *grins*

*nods* Awright then. That's the deal. I agree to those terms.

So you're gonna fix my jail cells, park your black clad posterior in the upstairs cell and write that story you're supposed to? And...there was something else you were gonna do too but I can't remember but whatever we agreed on originally, those terms are still agreeable. And you ain't gonna be released until such time as you meet that bail condition? I know the HNet articles are condition of parole....but the story, or stories, are your key OUT of the jail. That how we understand it?

Well, the thought did cross my mind. I got two busted cells as it is. Gonna need a new jail I figure at some point, you coulda been the first cornerstone... But I reckon I'll save that for Chet, since he busted up my jail. You on the other hand...I ain't sure what to do with.

*takes another sip of Doc's plutonium grade coffee and sets the cup back down on the table* You and have some unfinished business. You mostly. Technically speaking, you were under arrest and had some bail conditions. You then "escaped" and we had all this business with Chet. I have taken the Lord of the Outlaws title away from Chet and returned it to you, however, there's still the matter of your bail. There's also the matter of Chet's bail too, but we'll take one thing at a time heah...

*chuckles at Doc, lifting the coffee cup and taking another sip* Drink some of this, Brian. You'll feel like a whole new man...

Well, I had to get a little rough with ya. Sorry about that. *smiles* If you had stayed put like I asked ya to....

*chuckles softly* Yeah, cousin, you're alive. Probably feel like ya got hit by a mack truck but you're alive.

*watches the slumbering cousin for a moment, thankful for the peaceful respite and the fact that he was alive and safe. MaryAnne is unaware that Alex is in the other room. She sips on the coffee, pauses as she registers it's strong content and then gives her head a shake.* Damn... *She walks over to the bed, placing the coffee cup down on a nearby table. She hated to wake him, but they did have some stuff to talk about* Brian? Can you hear me?

*nods to Doc* Chance is right, I'm not worried about restraining Brian down. He's out like a light and will be until morning. I suggest everyone go home and get some rest and I'll see y'all in the AM... *after a long day of shenanigans, the town of Hazzard settles down for the night. Early the next morning, MaryAnne returned to town. She stopped at the jail to check on the status of county business, and on Chet, who was still asleep in his cell. She then went over to the clinic to check on Brian* *She walked into the exam room where Brian was laying comfortably on one of the beds. MaryAnne looked around and saw Doc had a pot of coffee going already. She walked over to the pot and decided to take a chance on the brew* *after fixing a cup, she turned back to Brian still sleeping.*

*blows the end of the barrell of the dart gun and then holsters it again. Walks over to cousin slumped down on the ground, out like a light. Kneels down to him* Rock-a-by Brian, on the street curb... Khee... *looks up at Alex, Doc, Bo n' Luke* Awright, since my jail is busted up and I ain't throwin' him in with Chet, Doc, if I may, I'd like to have Brian held over at your clinic. Alex, if you'd be so kind as to carry Brian over there, and you two ruffians - *looks at Bo and Luke* - can help. *grins* Easy tho', don't go bustin' up his ribs and innards anymore than they already are. *stands up and steps back to allow the boys room to pick up Brian* (I have to pause here but y'all can carry on!)

*watches as cousin hesitates upon seeing the dart gun and then sees the sincere salute from him. For a brief second, figures he's going to peacefully surrender....but knows better than this and once he resumes his taunt and turns the other cheek to provide a target, MaryAnne can't help but give a mirthful snort. The dart gun remains aimed at him, however. Since she couldn't really give him a kick in the butt, which he so richly deserved...* *hears Alex's comment but ignores it. She aims the dart gun at Brian's wiggling rear and fires the dart.....* *.....sticking him square in the posterior!*

Well now *grins* I can't let that go unanswered... *reaches for dart gun from gun belt and brings it to bear....*

Probably. *gives an exaggerated sigh* What ever am I gonna do with him? *They walk out of the booking room and exit the courthouse. As they come down the steps, MaryAnne notices that Brian has removed himself from the group. Garrett is gone as well, the sound of his motorcycle fading in the distance* *Diablo, however, is still parked nearby. MaryAnne looks toward the car and sees one black clad Coltrane heading toward it* Leaving all ready Brian?

Ooo! Great list for spending those lottery winnings. Khee! For me, the first thing I'd do is buy some land and build a huge garage to store all the cars I wanna buy. In addition to a General Lee Charger, a Plymouth Fury and a Jeep CJ7 I'd also like to get... 1978 Pontiac Firebird (or a '77, they look similar. Hell, I'll take one of each. Khee!) 1966 Olds Toronado 1985 Chevy Monte Carlo 1987 Buick Grand National I seem to be stuck on 80's cars. ROFL And that's only the beginning! Believe me there's tons more cars I'd love to have. Gotta buy that lottery ticket... LOL

Yeah, we better. *steps into the cell and proceeds to empty Chet's pockets again, collecting up knives, pistols, carbines, howitzer's, bazookas, brass knuckles, chinese stars, martial art wepaons and whatever the heck else Chet carries in his pockets. Also removes the spurs from his boots. Looks at the loot in hand* This is why Chet's a heavy boy. Woulda lookit this stuff! *Exits the cell, followed by Alex and dumps all the stuff on the desk nearby. Turns back, locks the cell and then gathers everything up again to haul upstairs.* You a betting man, Alex? Wanna take any bets that Brian ain't still standing where he was when came in here?

Thank ya, Alex. *grins* Right this way.... *heads up the steps to the courthouse. Holds the door open for Alex and then follows in after. Then leads the way to the booking room, and to the doorway that leads to the cells downstairs.* *Goes to the second cell and holds the door open allowing Alex to deposit Chet on the bunk. With the upstairs celldoor still broken and the previous cell Chet had been in trashed, the Hazzard County Jail was down to one cell* I really hope Chet doesn't bust this cell up when he wakes up.

*smiles* I'm afraid not O' Lord of the Outlaws. You still owe me some bail. *looks down at Chet on the sidewalk* Ol' Chet's gonna be owing some bail too. However, before I have to ticket myself here for littering, somebody wanna give me a hand in hefting him back into the jail? What little jail I've got left... (Since Dee is offline for a few days I reckon we can at least get Chet off the sidewalk. LOL)

*smiles as the badge is replaced back in its rightful spot. Listens to Brian's words and nods. Yes, it's the people, more than any title...* (I have to pause here, but y'all carry on!)

*glances at Doc and gives a light snort. Looks at Brian again and meets the dark eyed gaze* Well, no I don't wanna walk in your boots. I've got my own, thank ya... *grins. Pauses in thought, considering Brian's challenge. Looks at Chet, still unconcious on the ground, then around to the gathered group and what all had been through recently. Expression mellows* *looks at cousin again and chuckles lightly, then shakes head* No. It wouldn't be right. There's only one Lord of the Outlaws here in Hazzard and you're it, cousin. Nobody can replicate or replace what you are.

*chuckles* And how's that any different from any other time? Khee!

*thinks about this* Waalll, that's true. Tho', if your old title were made available again...well, I might like to try it out. Y'know, how it would be if I was Lord---er, Lady of the Outlaws. *rubs a finger on chin thoughtfully* I'd look good in black, I think....