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Tweak says, "HERCULES MULLIGAN!"

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
2012-12-07 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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