Ansem Weems, aka "Webber" (twinbrother) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-11-06 11:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | andy gallagher, webber |
WHO: Webber and Andy
WHAT: Andy has some 'splaining to do.
WHEN: Late morning
WHERE: The apartment complex.
RATING: R
When Webber woke up, it was something that he regretted instantly. He had a pounding headache and the weed smell that seemed to be glued onto his clothes was making him nauseous. Sometimes he wished that it was as easy as mindfucking himself out of a hangover, but apparently the yellow eyed man hadn't really thought that one through when he'd given him the gift.
He pulled himself up on the couch and looked around the apartment. It definitely wasn't his own, though it was tricked out well enough. Andy was asleep in a recliner only a few feet away from him and he remembered him telling him that the pot business in Lawrence was going pretty good. Webber fought back a yawn and ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out. The events of the night before were slowly coming back to him. Andy had been drunk and sick, not in that order, and then Webber had read that convo on the boards between him and that Ava girl. Drunk or not, what Andy had said was clear enough to reawaken that part of Webber who believed that shitty people had shitty things coming to them and he wasn't above making sure they got them.
Not that it had really died since he'd arrived in Lawrence. Sure he'd tried to be a little more careful with how he used his powers when Andy had asked him to. He'd gotten a pretty waitress a promotion by having a talk with her boss, he'd broken up a fight between two assholes outside of a bar and had even talked a cop into letting a kid off easy when he'd caught him vandalizing downtown. At first it had been pretty cool. He'd kind of felt like a super hero or something like that. But then he'd seen that woman slap her kid and something had broken inside of him. He'd made her confess in front of an express lane of people that she was a worthless piece of shit cunt who didn't deserve kids and that she could kill herself. He probably would've made sure that happened too, except Andy's words came back at him. So instead he'd walked out of the store. They'd been so shocked at the woman who was now sobbing uncontrollably that he hadn't even had to talk anyone into letting him take the six pack for free.
So he'd slipped a little. The thing was he was better at using his gifts for good when they involved revenge or putting people in their place. Sure he could get people promotions, but when he went back to the diner and the girl was totally ungrateful he couldn't help but think maybe she hadn't really deserved it. And later when he caught her outside the diner and asked her if she wanted to take a ride, he'd seen the look of disgust before he changed her mind. So it wasn't like he really felt bad giving her an attitude adjustment. Plus, if he was honest he had kind of forgotten how electrifying the look of fear was and his ability to replace that with nothing. It was like an etcha sketch. One minute there was fear, disgust, pain and hate and the next there was nothing. Blankness. A clean slate for him to make into whatever he wanted it to be. It was fucking art and he didn't see why Andy didn't love it like he did.
He leaned forward and started picking up beer bottles. They clinked noisily as he made his way to the kitchen and deposited them in the trash. When he walked back into the living room Andy was stirring and he plastered a smile on his face as he dropped back down onto the couch. "Rise and shine, fuckface."