Jed Bailey (jokerandthief) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-01-06 20:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 02, alice munroe, jed bailey, | alice and jed, ~ series: nv meetups |
Week Two - Wednesday
Characters: Alice Munroe and Jed Bailey.
Location: Nevada State Museum
Summary: Shit gets real. Part 2/3.
Rating: Soft-R for heavy usage of the f-bomb.
Even after getting the hug from Cody and the time it took her to drop him off and drive back, Alice couldn't shake off the anger. She kept going through the whole scene in her head, over and over, and each time it just got more brutal. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been so angry.
She'd barely put the truck into park before she shouldered the truck door open, her pace rapid as she busted through the foyer doors.
Jed jumped where he was sitting, halfheartedly playing tug-a-war with Rocky. "Jesus, woman, there ain't no one who can fix those so take it easy."
He knew he was in trouble, but he didn't feel like acknowledging it. Far as he was concerned, the whole damn thing was stupid.
"Take it easy? Take it easy!?" she shouted, striding right up to him. "You know what? You're a fucking hypocrite! You lost your goddamn mind over a twelve-year-old girl; at least this man can still function!"
Jed sent the rope flying, Rocky tearing after it, as he practically jumped to his feet. "Hey! She ain't useless, and what she don't know she can learn, and it ain't like she's always gonna be twelve! Unless you know somethin' I don't, this guy's always gonna be deaf, so he's always gonna be a dead weight!"
"Just because he can't hear doesn't mean he can't beat the shit outta you, Jed!" Alice shouted over him, her fists curling at her sides. "He can still work! And you have no idea what kinda shit he's able to do! Can Jack even lift 50 pounds?! You're just waiting until she can be useful to you!"
The weight of her words hit him full on, and he could only stare, speechless and open-mouthed. His shoulders tensed, wanting just to grab her and shake her until the real Alice, the Alice who knew him, came back. "How-- You-- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" he snarled, kicking over his chair. "That ain't never been it, and you know it, you know it!"
"Do I?!" Alice spat. "I don't even know who the hell you are anymore, that you could be so fucking cruel to someone who doesn't even deserve it! Especially after what he's gone through! Calling him a fuckin' charity case?! What gives you the goddamn right to decide who's useless and who's not!?"
"The fact that I got this whole goddamn thing started, that's what! The fact that a few months ago, you woulda kicked that man along without a second thought! And it ain't like he heard me say it," he added defensively. "Don't see how it's cruel if he don't know it!"
"Like I shouldda done to you!?" she immediately countered, her voice raising. "So you're the fucking boss now?! Is that it?! Y'know what, fuck this noise! G'head and build your little commune, I am through with you!" She moved around him to the cooler still resting on the table they set up every day, throwing the top open and hastily grabbing each of the bottles in turn.
"What is your fucking problem?!" he yelled throwing his hands up in exasperation. "You talked plenty shit about Jack, and treated her like it too, but you don't see me throwin' a tantrum!"
"Fuck you! I never treated her like shit," she argued, wishing she'd brought her bag in as one of the bottles went tumbling from her arm to roll across the floor. She ignored it, only managing to get a good hold on about six of the bottles before she turned away, heading at a rapid pace toward the doors. "Not once! Never to her face like you just did!"
Jed snatched up the bottle before Rocky had a chance to, matching Alice's pace easily. "Well you sure as hell made her feel like shit!"
"Oh, whatever!" she snarked, rolling her eyes.
"And what did I do that was so fuckin' terrible?! It ain't like he can hear what I said!"
"You don't get it, do you!?" she screamed, turning and throwing one of the bottles at him, hitting him smack in the thigh. "You're so fucking stupid! It doesn't--" another bottle went flying at him, glancing off his side as he tried to dodge, "--matter that he couldn't hear the words! Your whole--" a third, this one aimed at his head, but he ducked under it, "--fucking attitude and body language practically screamed 'I think you're fucking worthless'!"
"I'm not stupid!" he snarled, throwing his own bottle at her, though it went well wide. He stood there for a second, jaw clenched, then threw his arms out. "Y'know what, juss go! I'm sick of dealin' with you goin' crazy on me fer ev'ry little thing! Hell, if he's so fuckin' sensitive, maybe yer perfect fer each other!"
With that yell, he turned back around and stalked back to the museum. Alice didn't even linger, her back already turned when he'd stopped chasing after her. Shouldering the doors open hard enough to bruise, she stalked to the truck, dumping the bottles in the bed haphazardly before climbing in and slamming the door behind her. The tires screeched as she reversed at full speed, the whole vehicle jerking forward as she threw it into drive and peeled off down the street. It only took about a quarter of a mile before she lost it altogether, openly sobbing as she drove the rest of the way home.
Jed burst through the door, startling a rope-holding Rocky. Snarling, Jed took a stomped step at him. "G'on! Git!"
Rocky bolted down the hall without a second thought. Not skipping a step, Jed stormed over to the chair he'd knocked over, snatching it up only to throw it across the foyer. He did the same with the next chair, and the next, hurling each harder, yelling louder each time, a couple skittering into the walls. When there were none left, he bent over to hoist the table on his back, launching it off with a yell that was practically a scream. Then, sweating and exhausted, he slumped to the floor, sitting there panting in the heart of the destruction.