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Tweak says, "Screw the rules, I have money!"

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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cowboy_god
2012-12-08 01:24 am UTC (link)

Jesse realized that Wash was in no shape to take care of himself. He would have felt bad leaving the man here like this.

"I'm a Southern man, I s'ppose." he grasped Wash under the arm to pull him upright further. "Strong and silent, protective, gentlemanly. I'm an uneducated man, as well. Pretty easy to get along with, not so easy to fight."

He threw some money on the bar top to cover what they'd had to drink and anything that they might have broken. It should cover the hassle of having two men fighting in there, too. As an after thought, Jesse tossed down a bit extra for a tip. Everybody always liked to be tipped. They were less apt to call the police.

"We gotta get you home, friend. Get you put into a bed. Not that you'll feel any better for it in the mornin, but I think you'd resent waking up on scuzzy carpet under a bar with gum stuck to the bottom side."

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i_amsoaring
2012-12-09 02:02 am UTC (link)

"Southern?" Wash asked then grunted as he was swooped up, straight. Southern wasn't exactly a culture nor location where he was from. At least not from the history books that he cared about. The Rim might be the closest comparison but even then it was much more varied than that of the Southeast United States on a planet Wash'd never been to.

"Ah. Sounds like a friend of mine. 'Cept the 'gentlemanly.' Not easy to fight. Chyeck!" he agreed, hanging onto the other guy's shoulders and he watched him shell out the money with a couple of blinks.

He looked up at him for a while trying to figure out what he'd said.

"Oh, yeah. My place," he said as they headed out to the street. "Usually there when I turn around."

He said, and after a few steps.

"You know, you're a good guy," he said jabbing his finger into Jesse's chest. "I still hate you."

He eventually did get home into a bed though how he got there he didn't have a clue.

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