What happened

Movie night was in full swing. He'd managed to find several John Wayne movies in a singular movie rental store, and while there had gotten microwave popcorn bags and sodas for both of them. He'd stay away from the booze tonight. It was funny how money showed up when he needed it. Jesse wondered if this would always be this way, or if at some point, it'd just stop being there. Something to watch, he supposed.

They'd already watched 'Neath The Arizona Skies, Dakota, and El Dorado. Currently, they were about to get into McLintock!

Jesse looked at Max, grinning.

"What do you think, baby girl? Something you could get used to? Or the most horrible thing you've ever seen?"

The bowl of popcorn was on his lap, he'd popped several bags and poured them into one big bowl, which hadn't been there before. But gift horse, and all.

Kojak was happily nearby, chewing on things. Jesse had taken away the squeaky toy, as it proved to be spectacularly annoying while trying to watch movies.

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Ben chalked up another happy surprise for his body. It seemed he didn’t need to eat as often as he used to. From what he recalled, Reed didn’t need to eat at all, though it wasn’t quite the same for the large craggy man. Which turned out to be a good thing, considering he had nothing but the clothes on his back. But that was okay, Ben had spent the past few months before the transformation backpacking through out North and South America.

He knew how to do odd jobs for cash, he knew how to live with little food and water, and eventually managed to find some clothing that could fit his frame, and be tough enough to withstand to his rough skin. Sure, he had to go to the Laundromat with only wearing gianormous tighty whities while the rest of his clothes were in the wash, but one dealt with that.

He was slightly encouraged by meeting that odd goth chick about not totally hiding from society; he could tell when things stank and he’d rather not have his clothes end up that way. And apparently, he wasn’t the strangest thing most folks had seen. Sure, Ben had someone shoot at his chest, and his only response had been a harsh glare and a promise to break the guy’s neck if he did it to someone other than him; but that was rare.

Though much to Ben’s delight, he had been given something of a regular job; instead of scrounging around for change or short onetime jobs, he had been offered a position for a construction company. Destroying and lifting things, since he’d be cheaper labor than machinery that wasn’t always dependable.

Now it would be some time to find a place that he wouldn’t hurt through casual use, but if he wasn’t the only freak around, it was sure to happen soon. Though he was hoping Reed or Sue or SOMEONE from that egghead place would figure out what happened to him and get him back, Ben wasn’t in bad shape. Lonely, but he was rather content with things as he relaxed on the grass in the park, half alert to sounds of trouble and the other half fighting the desire to take a nice nap.
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