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Tweak says, "i love you cupcake"

i_amsoaring (i_amsoaring) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-11-29 18:28:00

Current mood:	drunk
Entry tags:	hoban washburne, jesse custer, zz:status complete

Take my life, Take my Wife, Drink until I cannot stand (Jesse Custer)
It had not been a good day for the former pilot of the Firefly class ship called Serenity. Still dressed in his ruined pilot garb he'd been wearing for two days now Wash wandered the streets of The City or as Wash colloquially referred to it as the life sucking, wife stealing settlement from hell! seeking out a place with enough alcohol to knock a whole field of cows unconscious.

When he did find said establishment (suspiciously close to the apartment), he settled himself on a stool and proceeded to drink until turning his head became a major stability issue. Still finding himself paining from losing the love of his life he decided more emotional lubricant was necessary. The bartender seemed wary to provide and Wash had already worked through the stipend the life sucking, wife stealing settlement from hell had given him and started a tab under the name, "Washed UP."

"I...was killed yesterday," he slurred to the bartender trying to defend his right for furthered drunkeness, "and so I feel I am due a little more, don't you think? If you died I would give you all the drinkingness you needed. I would. Because I am a nice person. I am the nicest gorram person you'll ever meet. In your life. OR your death! Most generousest soul in the black. It's true. Here, why don't you have my life? Go on, take my wife! Ha! Take everything! Go on! Take it!! Jus', gimme another, wouldya? Hm. My shirt has a hole in it," he muttered, fingering the ripped middle. "Take my shirt! Haha!"

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-02 02:10 am UTC (link)

He closed his eyes at Jesse's description. Good man.

"She's not my wife anymore," Wash said in correction.

Now the pilot wasn't that savvy on when he was being interrogated but something about the man's sudden change in tone alerted even the drunk Wash that the situation had changed.

"Suddenly so curious...friend," he said, on edge though physically being on edge looked just like drunk.

"Wash," he said with a grin. "Washhhhhhhhh," he said. "Why 'xactly you want so badly to know my name suddenly? We been talking good long time without it mattering."

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cowboy_god
2012-12-02 03:14 am UTC (link)

Jesse sighed, his head dipping down. Wash. This was Wash. He'd not seen the man's face previously when they'd been about to meet, because as Zoe had introduced them, the guy had vanished, the City sending him back to wherever he'd come from.

He took a very long drag off his cigarette and then a very long drink from his glass, draining the latter of all liquid. This was not good. This was so very not good. But he couldn't just keep silent on this matter. Sooner or later, Wash would find out anyway. Best to do it now while there was already pain and all this wouldn't be recalled and all of it heaped back on.

"I got some real bad news for ya, Wash." Jesse poured more whiskey for himself, and swallowed that, too. "Seems you and I, we got somethin in common."

Turning on the bar stool so that he could look Wash in the eye while he said it, like a real man, Jesse put out the butt of his smoke and shook his head sadly.

"Seems like I'm the one who took yer wife from ya. Zoe's the gal I'm talkin 'bout."

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-02 03:28 am UTC (link)

"Oh," Wash said simply. And for a moment it was simply that, a cock of the head and an almost bemused expression.

And then, out of nowhere, Wash's fist slammed into the trajectory of Jesse's face as hard as it could. If they hadn't already been so very close to each other Wash might have been swerving the wrong way. But sudden visceral anger had boiled up most of the alcohol clouding his judgement an he was mighty sober when that fist triggered. Focus on killing a man could do that to you.

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cowboy_god
2012-12-02 03:39 am UTC (link)

Jesse would have laid down good money on a bet that Wash was too drunk to try to start a fight. But that fist hit him pretty solidly. It sent a slice of pain through his jaw. Unfortunately for Wash, Jesse had grown up fighting Jody. Jody's punches could knock a guy clean out cold after just one. He'd taught Jesse how to knock a bull unconscious the same way. Just the one hit. Something Jesse had actually liked learning from the man, unlike many of the other things he'd seen. Jody had been a good fighter, and thanks to him, so was Jesse.

Wash just didn't hit as hard as Jody did.

"You don't wanna be doin this, Wash." Jesse stood up from the bar stool, and put a couple of feet between himself and the other man. "You ain't gonna like what comes of it. So how 'bout I just give you that one fer free, cause you truly deserve to be able to hit the man who... well, yanno... and we both walk away from this right now, before this gets messy."

Wash had every right to hate him. Jesse didn't fault him for that. But he wasn't about to stand by and let himself get beat up. Not for anything.

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	i_amsoaring 2012-12-02 03:49 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, yes I do," Wash said angrily between Jesse's words. "You and your...pretty eyes and...ruggedness!" Wash yelled. And because reasoning didn't normally come to those inebriated Wash ran straight for Jesse with good, strong plans to tackle him down to the floor. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cowboy_god
2012-12-02 04:01 am UTC (link)

Jesse had never heard compliments flung like insults in his direction, and he wasn't sure what to do with it. He thought that he might try to settle Wash down again, but it was too late. The drunken man was determinedly flinging himself bodily in Jesse's direction. The only thing to be done of it now was to brace for impact and try to hold on.

He knew that there was a much simpler way to end this. But using those powers he had to solve this problem felt more like cheating than anything else he'd ever done.

"Wash." Jesse said, keeping his hands on Wash's arms, trying to hold him back and up at the same time. "Ya really don't. I know yer fuckin pissed as hell, and ya got every right to be. I'm all for a good fight, but this isn't gonna be fair. It's also not gonna be fun for neither of us. We can just sit back down and chat. You can yell at me and whatever else. It ain't too late, man."

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-02 04:14 am UTC (link)

Wash stumbled back from Jesse's grip and seethed as Jesse tried to reason with him. He put his hand on a bar stool in part to keep himself upright. For a while he stood like that looking as though he'd all but surrendered.

But then with a sudden ferocity he hoisted the stool over his head with a loud battle cry and swung it straight to the man's...well he mean to hit the other man's head but targeting wasn't exactly keen so somewhere in the general direction should do it.

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cowboy_god
2012-12-02 04:19 am UTC (link)

That was about all Jesse was going to try to reason with anybody. Even when it was somebody that he'd unintentionally hurt and genuinely felt bad for. He'd given Wash two chances now to stand down and had only met with more violence.

Now there was a stool coming at his face.

Jesse stopped the wood from connecting with his forearm and grabbed a hold of a leg, jerking it toward himself. He used this to hurtle the other side of his body forward, fingers clinched in a tight fist. It was, honestly, not the hardest punch that he could have thrown, but he just wanted to show Wash how much he didn't want to fight this particular man, not do a lot of actual damage. Bruises were good, broken cheek bones were not.

He didn't even lash out in anger, it was more frustration. Jesse hoped that this would stop the fight. If it didn't, though, well... one of them wouldn't feel so hot in the morning, and it wouldn't just be due to booze.

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-02 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Oh Wash felt the pressure of that fist alright. And there was even a little pain that bled through the fogginess of inebriation, but mostly all it did was make him dizzier than he already was. And the alcohol made him apathetic of it.

Letting go of the stool and staring at it for a moment as if it had betrayed him he went at Jesse again. It was a wild attack built up completely by adrenaline as he aimed his fists and grabbed at anything he could of the man to injure in some way.

It was nearly comical in a way, face beet red with anger and drunkenness, animalistically slamming his fists at him while stumbling himself against the bar.

Lack of care for pain and lack of sensation of most of it would be his greatest assets in this ultimately losing fight. And Wash might not do it very often, but his instincts in fighting were pretty good. He wasn't trained, but he knew how to throw a punch and knew where to strike. He wasn't completely clueless and as vicious as he was, he might not win but he'd sure get a few good hits.

"'T's your fault!" he spat in the heat of the brawl, spittle spritzing from his lips.

"Liu koushui de biaozi he houzi de ben erzi*!"

((*Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey!))

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cowboy_god
2012-12-04 06:42 pm UTC (link)

"It ain't my fault!" Jesse wasn't thinking about anything anymore, certainly not about sparing Wash. He took the hits that were swung at him, and they just worked to lessen his sympathy. Though that would surely return soon after this brawl was over. Jesse'd probably even feel really bad for what he'd done once everything was through.

"And I don't know what the fuck yer sayin to me!" He hated when people spoke in languages other than English. Zoe did it every once in a while, but she'd largely quit. At least around him.

He countered Wash's fairly well connected punches with his own. He thought that if Wash hadn't been quite so drunk, that there would have been a better aiming of his hits, and this fight wouldn't have been quite so unfair. Still unfair, but not as much. Despite the drink, Wash was hitting solidly, and making contact, just probably not where he was intending to.

Jesse mainly tried for body shots, still not wanting to do a lot of damage. But he did let one fly in Wash's mouth's general area, mostly to shut him up.

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-05 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Wash reeled from the punch to the mouth. It had actually connected with the corner of his mouth and cheek. It still left a wicked split lip and he spit out blood from his teeth having cut into the flesh on the inside of his mouth.

He rammed into Jesse again, not being in the right mind enough to see people scatter around them as chairs and tables shoved and knocked over.

"She was MY WIFE! I come here and she AIN'T! How else is there to lookin at that when she's with YOU! I LOVE HER!" he yelled, emotional tears in his eyes.

"Come here and don't even have a chance to FIGHT for her!"

With each point he made he pummeled his fists, hands, and nails into the man in front of him.

"I didn't even have a chance," he whimpered, sedating a little. His voice was strained and cracked from yelling. "Ain't right."

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cowboy_god
2012-12-06 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Jesse hadn't been in a serious fight in a long while. He was now recalling how much fun they were not. Fighting when there was nothing behind it was a good time. He liked a good random brawl. Bar fights that quickly turned into the chaos of strangers throwing punches at each other, a good drunken boxing match over a perceived slight or spilled drink. All of these things were fine. Fighting with a man who believed you'd done him serious harm was another thing entirely.

Jesse was not enjoying himself one bit.

"She has never stopped loving you!" Jesse spit back, dodging one blow but ending up with another landing more soundly because of it. Wash's inebriation made it hard to predict what he was going to do, or where his fists were going to land in relation to where the other man likely thought he was throwing them.

The Southern boy matched blow for blow, not wanting to walk out of this with more bruises than the pilot. If there was anything that he did not like more than this fight it was the idea of losing this fight. There was the matter of pride. An idiot idea that in knowing Wash wasn't a fighter, Wash should not win here. An even more moronic spark in his brain that told him that because of who he'd grown up with, he should be the one standing at the end of this, no matter what.

"Yer fightin now, ya jackass." Jesse gave a quick but strong push, hoping to force Wash to back off.

"It ain't like she got here and just jumped on the first man she saw, Wash." Jesse wiped the blood from a cut under his eye. "She waited for ya for years. Years. She even got you a couplea times. Had ya fer real brief moments. But she kept losin you."

He was now aware that the other patrons had scattered and the bartender was vanished. But he didn't take his eyes off of the emotionally wounded man in front of him. That would have been a dangerous mistake.

"It ain't even like we just met one day and that was that. We were friends first, Wash. We been friends a while."

Jesse didn't know if this information would make any of this better or worse, but he felt compelled to share it. To let Wash know that none of this was a conspiracy against him. To inform the poor guy that his wife had always loved him.

"You can't say you ain't got a chance. Every possibility that she loves you more'n me, Wash. Yer her heart at the end of it."

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-06 07:32 pm UTC (link)

He let Jesse push him, stumbling into the bar and falling onto the toppled stools. Tears were still shining on his lashes as he listened to the man, now above him.

"I know," he said softly, rubbing his face messily with his hand. "I don't have anyone else to blame. It's not anyone's fault"

He was annoyed at that fact, that there was no one he could really fight. Nothing he could really accomplish.

He shook his head at Jesse, the world spinning upside down for a time.

"She wouldn't do that. Zoe's faithful. Mush as my pride got away from me, she never strayed. Never even thought. If you two are...together then she ain't gonna go away. It's why she's so special," he said, the fight drained out of him.

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cowboy_god
2012-12-07 03:15 am UTC (link)

"It ain't that I think she'd cheat or nothin." Jesse shook his head, carefully staying back where he was. He didn't know if Wash was truly done, or if his anger would rise up again and there'd be another attack.

"But I only been with her a short time. She's loved you a lot longer. Might be that she decides havin you here means the two of you should be together. I know she's loyal. I know that she's true. But I also know how she feels about you, Wash. I've seen the look in her eye when ya vanished yet again."

Jesse didn't like admitting to it, any of it. But it was the truth. And he'd told Zoe, if she felt like she wanted or needed to be with the man who was her husband, truly felt that way, he'd never stand in the way of it. He wouldn't be happy about it, but he'd step aside.

She had said that it didn't matter if Wash was here or not, but Jesse didn't know if she'd still feel the same when he was walking around again.

He'd have to talk to her again to know for sure.

"If it makes ya feel better, Wash, you can hate me. If it makes it easier, blame me." Jesse meant that sincerely.

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-07 04:12 am UTC (link)

Wash listened to the man with dark hair as he spoke things that made sense and even made his pride swell and he smiled faintly leaning his swelling cheek on the leg of a stool with a dreamy look in his eye.

"You think she would, dark haired fellow with pretty eyes?" he asked, lolling his head up. Drunkenness had gotten the better of him, it seemed.

"Nah, I don't blame you, you!" Wash said and shook his hand at him. "I'm not a man of hate, generally. Current inebriation notwithstanding, of course."

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cowboy_god
2012-12-07 08:49 am UTC (link)

"I can't know for sure, can I?" He supposed he could. He could just dip into Zoe's brain and find out what she really felt about Wash being here again. So soon after the last time, too. He doubted she'd really had much time to heal. He could also probably dip in there and make it so she decided to be with her husband and not the cowboy.

But those were things that he wouldn't do.

Jesse felt sure that there would be no further punching between them, so he moved toward his seat again. He even reached down and held out a hand to help Wash up.

"I know ya ain't." He nodded softly. "She told me all about you. I know the kind of man ya are."

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Alright, girlie, let's wind this down for you.

i_amsoaring
2012-12-07 10:29 pm UTC (link)

He was pretty heavy and floppy to pull up some somehow he managed to be heaved far enough so that he could clutch the bar for stability.

"That so?" Wash replied, eyebrows raised. It looked like he almost wanted to challenge the assumption, but he sighed instead.

He could hardly keep himself upright anymore, grappling with the smooth wood too keep himself from swaying too much toward the floor.

"You looked taller," he said, slurring, "When I didn't like you." It was a non sequitur, but true. They were close to the same height.

"What kind of man are you?" he asked looking through his eyelashes as his lids drooped into his vision.

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