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[yeahmagnets]

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@therealstarlight

[yeahmagnets]

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my name starts with j. it's jesse...that ring a bell at all?

[therealstarlight]

Vaguely. Blue eyes?

And I'm Annie. You got at least one letter right in there.

@aimlesswonder

[yeahmagnets]

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[ Jesse doesn't call Guin out for blushing, but he definitely notices it, and it kinda makes his stomach flip over when he does. Jesse's not really big on commitment. It's a lot for someone who takes every day as it comes and rarely plans things out, but Guin's always held a special place in his heart and he doesn't think there's anything he wouldn't do for her. At least when she's in town. It's sucked being away from her and, this time he'd really found himself thinking about what she'd been up to, which hadn't been like him when she'd gone away in the past.

Jesse slides his hand down Guin's arm and then makes a grab for her hip, clutching her with a gentle, yet firm hand. It's like he's afraid she'll slip away again if he lets go. ]

They better not send you overseas or some bullshit like that. I don't even know where my passport's at.

[ He laughs off his disorganization, quieting down quickly when Guin leans in for a kiss, which he, of course, returns eagerly, chasing her lips for another one as she pulls back. ]

Mmm...I missed you, too, y'know. But you got me for the weekend, at least. I'm all yours.

[aimlesswonder]

Which is really good news.

[She's not great with her feelings, but at least she's honest with them. She understands the importance of people who actually care about her because there aren't many of them. She isn't super-close to her family, though they do care what happens to her; they can't manage to see eye to eye on anything, including her choice to enlist. No one understands that she wants to do something for people other than herself. Whatever their differences are, she knows that Jesse is a friend and so she'll do her best to look out for him. She has no doubt that if anyone crossed him, they'd have her to deal with.]

I'll let you know where I end up. There's phone calls and emails and I don't care if I have to fly across the country to see you.

But right now, I will make sure we both have an awesome weekend and a chance to unwind. I'm sure there's a whole list of things we can do. Other than you doing me. More than once.

[It's terribly crude to say like that, but he's the only thing on her mind at the moment and while she's pretty sure he already knows it she's affirming that they're not sleeping in separate beds. She'll wait as long as he wants (or doesn't), but she fully intends to make the most of their time together in every way possible.]

[yeahmagnets]

[ooc: whoops, i think you posted a new comment instead of replying to mine. it's a little confusing; just make sure you hit the reply button at the bottom/left of my comment box instead of the one at the bottom/center of the site. nbd, though!]

Yeah, of course. You know I'll keep in touch.

[ Jesse's not all great with phone calls, but texts and e-mails are definitely doable, and he's pretty sure he'd be down to fly or drive just about anywhere if it meant getting to visit her. As long as it's in the country, anyway. Whatever it is, he's confident they'll make it work. She's been far away for school and training this whole time, and they've made it a habit to keep in touch in spite of the difference, so this'll be more of the same. There's no reason for it to change, right?

Jesse laughs a little when Guin mentions him doing her more than once and he can't help but press himself closer to her, letting his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt just to feel her soft skin under his fingertips as he traces random patterns on the side of her abdomen before slipping up further. ]

And? So what if I want to do you. More than once. Before we figure out what's open for food.

@saintclaire

[yeahmagnets]

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Oh.

[ Yeah, he doesn't really know what to say about all that. Is that a mutual decision--to hide the marriage? Jesse's tiptoeing through this conversation because he doesn't need to give this lady a reason to be pissed off, whether or not it's directed at him. He's the closest person in the vicinity, so it's likely he'll get a taste of her rage whether or not he deserves it if he doesn't play his hand carefully. He almost visibly breathes a sigh of relief when Kim changes the subject and asks him a question. ]

Long enough to get to know him. Maybe...like a year? I think?

[ Look, keeping track of dates isn't exactly one of Jesse's strong suits. Sorry he's not being more talkative. He's letting Kim lead this conversation since she's the one who wanted more information out of him. He's not about to go spilling everything, though. Answering questions, though? That's easier territory to navigate. ]

[saintclaire]

[With that hurdle out of the way without a fuss or more questions, it's easy to move into the business they came here for. It's like watching a prosecutor have to go back to their notes, and that little kick imbues her with an old confidence.

Her gaze is serious. Her tone has the faintest touch of concern.]

And you've been dealing with the cartel throughout that time?

@brittaunfiltered

[yeahmagnets]

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[ Jesse arches a brow at first when his hand goes ignored, a sort of 'okay, then' look on his face as he glances around the quad to see if anyone happens to be looking in their direction. It's all clear, though. You'd be surprised how easy it is for deals to go down in public with nobody noticing a thing. That's the thing about people. Most of them are so caught up in their own business and worrying about people looking at them that they don't notice half the shit going on around them. Not Jesse, though. He's observant even on a bad day. Cautiousness comes with the territory of being a dealer. Or at least being one that doesn't get caught. ]

Okay, cool.

[ It wouldn't have been a big deal to make a quick stop at a bank or a gas station, but it's even more convenient that she has the cash on hand. Or so he thought. Jesus, here we go. Jesse sighs outright, not bothering to hide it as he slumps a little against the tree. He really, really doesn't like being owed money. Especially not by first time customers. He's already decided he's going to give this girl a break, but he has to put on a little bit of a show first. He doesn't overdo it, but gives it just enough oomph that she'll be uncomfortable enough not to call him again before she has all her funds in order.

Besides...it's just twenty bucks, and that was an added fee. She's got enough for the product itself. Before he can think it over any longer, Jesse finds himself handing over the paper bag, slyly exchanging it for the hundred bucks that she hands over, which he quickly counts before shoving it into his pants pocket. ]

I normally don't do this kinda thing, so uh, don't go telling anybody I let it slide or next thing you know everyone'll be comin' up short. Know when you'll have the rest by?

[ Jesse looks past Britta's shoulder before he focuses back on her face, trying to commit it to memory. If someone owes him money he's gonna be damn sure that he knows what they look like. ]

[brittaunfiltered]

[ Oh, God. That tired slump and that sigh of disappointment and frustration are all too familiar, and Britta winces, already mentally preparing herself for rejection. Maybe he'd agree to just give her half the weed? Or maybe he'll be so angry about her wasting his time that he'll refuse to sell to her ever again. She's already trying to figure out how desperate she is, and how willing she is to beg (spoiler: pretty desperate).

But it turns out she doesn't have to. He pulls out the bag without a word, sliding it towards her in a subtle, professional movement, and she blinks and hands over the money quickly, before he can change his mind. ]

Totally. You got it. My lips are sealed.

[ Who would she tell, anyway? Chang? She gives him a grateful smile, then pauses, biting her lip in thought. ]

Friday?

[ Hopefully that's not too late for him, because there's no way she's getting another cent until then. She looks at him anxiously, not wanting to piss him off worse. ]

I can bring it to you, if that's easier. So you don't have to make another trip.

[yeahmagnets]

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okay, yeah. maybe i'll rent a car so we're a little more comfortable than riding in my shitbox lol.

[cutehugeyacht]

Look, as long as you're there. That's all that matters.

[paralegaling]

[His grin is so boyishly handsome and infectious. She's grinning right back at him and even does a little twirl for him to really take in her outfit when he compliments her. The smell of cigarette smoke lingers, but she doesn't mind it. Playfully, she bumps her shoulder against his before he holds the door open for her to the bar. The music was loud. The dull roar of the crowd even louder. She instinctively rolled her eyes at the sight that awaited them.]

Have I mentioned that you're my favorite?

[She gives him a cheeky wink before she steps in. It's a sea of dude bros in their hoochie daddy shorts and a bunch of women that all look vaguely the same in their style. It's all so pretentiously normcore that it makes her teeth grit. They both stand out, Nikki with her bright colors and Jesse with his casual wear. She leads them to the bar so they can order a drink. They're going to need it.]

Drinks are on me.

[yeahmagnets]

[ Jesse nods in appreciation of the outfit, giving her an obvious once-over as she twirls for him. He's pretty sure she could make a burlap sack look good, but maybe his opinion is a little biased. ]

Yeah, I better be. 'Specially after this.

[ He laughs as he watches Nikki walk in first, holding the door for her. The noise and crowd doesn't really faze Jesse. He's used to obnoxiously loud clubs and house parties, but this particular bar clearly isn't either of their scenes. ]

Uugh, it smells like a fuckin' Hollister in here.

[ Jesse wrinkles up his nose as soon as he walks in behind Nikki, referring to the 'luxury brand' store that most of these booty-shorts-wearing douchebags probably got their outfits at. Said stores all have a distinct odor, thanks to some brilliant marketing plan to draw in customers or whatever. Jesse's not much of a brand guy, except for maybe when it comes to sneakers. Nikes and Jordans reign supreme, obviously. ]

What're you drinkin' tonight? I'll just have the same.

[ He says, casually leaning up against the bar so he can keep an eye on their surroundings. He's used to paying attention to what's around him and reading the room. At least these days, he is. Once upon a time he'd been as oblivious as everyone else in here seems, but that isn't the case anymore. He's got more than a couple reasons to watch his back, not that he expects anything to go down here, of all places. It doesn't exactly seem like cartel boss territory. ]

text; unknown number

[sacramentalism]

you don't know me, but a friend of yours said i might be able to get things that aren't so easy to get.
i'm willing to pay

[yeahmagnets]

sounds like i could probably help you out then...you got some place in mind you wanna meet up to talk?

[ Jesse knows better than to talk specifics over a cellphone, even if his is an untraceable burner phone. In person is just less complicated. There's less to worry about and he's gotten pretty good at eyeing if someone's wearing a wire or anything like that. ]

vacay @cutehugeyacht

[yeahmagnets]

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[ The day for their vacation finally comes and, of course, Jesse's still throwing shit into his suitcase last minute. He had to go shopping for some beach shoes and bathing suits, since most of his wardrobe consists of baggy jeans and hoodies, but he found some suitable stuff and packed some of his comfy 'regular' clothes as well for whenever they're not chilling on the actual sand. He's nervous, which doesn't really happen for him too often these days. At least not when it comes to hanging out with people, but something about Alexis keeps him on his toes and he's actually kind of grateful for that. It's the most alive he's felt in recent times, and he's not one to downplay that kind of feeling.

He double-checks his house before zipping up his suitcase, an old-ust jother than one of his little dufflebags, so this'll have to do. At least he won't run into the trouble of not recognizing it amongst the sea of other travelers' luggage.

He packs some stuff in his backpack as well--mainly his wallet and identification, some money, some music, a sketchpad--it's mostly entertainment stuff and whatever he really can't live without should his bag of clothes and toiletries get lost. He grabs his cellphone and shoves the charger into his backpack before dialing Alexis' number, putting it to his ear. ]

Hey! I'm all packed up...just checkin' in...

[cutehugeyacht]

[They're not going far. She's mindful that this trip is only a few days. She's kept it stateside, choosing the Florida beaches for their little getaway. She's got them set up with an amazing condo that she's borrowing from a friend of hers. It's right on the beach too with an amazing pool. There's a cabana set up for them too. She's saved money by borrowing the condo on the white sand beach. All they need to do is get there.

She's packed and organized, dressed in a flowing maxi floral dress with a floppy hat. Since she's saved money on their lodgings, she's sprung for first class to treat them. Her phone rings. When she sees it's Jesse, she's automatically grinning.]

Hi, babe! I was just about to head out the door to meet my Uber, so we can scoop you!

starter for joel

[yeahmagnets]

[ Jesse hasn't exactly been living in the lap of luxury. The world, post-apocalypse, hasn't been particularly kind to him. All the money he'd earned slinging crystal was obsolete now, replaced by an economy made up of bartering--mainly meal tickets, and supplies; things necessary for survival. Jesse has it better than many do. Mainly because of that drug shipment he just happened to get his hands on. It's not his fault that he'd kept his ear to the ground and overheard where and when the exchange was supposed to go down. It's not his fault either that, when hearing another group's plans to ambush the deal, he made sure to show up and reap whatever benefits he could during the chaos. He hadn't gotten away with all of it, but it was enough to turn a profit and keep himself protected, fed, and relatively comfortable. A long enough spell of time has passed since then that he assumes he must be in the clear. He's smart enough to lay low anyway, but he's not feeling as paranoid as he had when it first went down.

Jesse straightens up when one of the people paid to guard his hideout appears from around the corner. His brows furrow, however, when he notices Joel following close behind. He rolls his eyes and drags his hands down his face, a long and exasperated sound leaving him before he gestures, a less-than-pleased expression accompanying his words. ]

What the hell, yo?! How fuckin' clear do I have to be when I say nobody uninvited comes inside? I mean, how'd you even survive before society went to Hell? 'Cause I'm pretty sure every job there is involves following simple ass directions.

[ Jesse isn't aware that Joel more than likely has an advantage in this situation. He wouldn't be able to see it from where he's sitting in an old chair with his feet propped up on a rickety table, a bag of coveted chips in his hands--but there's the distinct possibility that his 'guard' hasn't let Joel in voluntarily. In fact, the way the guy's nervously and stiffly standing in front of Joel may suggest the other guy might just have a weapon aimed at his back. Maybe a pistol. Maybe a blade. Jesse's only just beginning to catch on to the fact that something isn't right here, but he turns his attention to Joel in a bid to sort things out. ]

You deaf or somethin'? I'm not taking visitors. [ And then to clarify: ] Bounce.

[shivving]

[ Joel grimaces, his expression somehow going even darker than it already had been. A part of him regrets this already. The kid's clearly got a mouth on him, and an attitude to match.

But he'd heard the rumors, and his brief but brutal interrogation of the guard - a pathetic excuse for a bodyguard, but you get what you pay for - had confirmed everything he'd needed to know. The kid had been resourceful enough to make off with a haul that never should've belonged to him, smart enough to go to ground afterwards. But not quite smart enough to keep himself scarce. People have long memories these days, especially when it comes to thieves, especially when it comes to thieves who'd made off with as much as Jesse had. Joel doesn't have any use for the type of drugs Jesse'd stolen, but the bounty that had been placed on his head afterwards?

Yeah. He has a use for that. ]

Shut the fuck up.

[ A quick scan of the room had shown him that Jesse's skinny, alone, and unarmed. Not a threat, at leat not an immediate one - he doesn't seem to have quite grasped what's happening yet, still sitting down with a crinkly bag of chips in his hands. Joel shoves the guard forward, then aims a sharp kick at the back of his legs, sending him falling down onto his knees with a pathetic cry. As soon as he's down, the pistol in Joel's hand comes into view, now aimed directly at the back of the guard's head.

He addresses Jesse, though, his eyes glued to him, braced and ready in case he tries to make some stupid move. ]

You gonna come quiet, or does this have to get messy?

@apology_girl

[yeahmagnets]

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hey

no

i was saying that, like, the chicks in the sears catalogs. you sure you've even seen them things? cuz like...

[ Cue panic. He can't even text the words quick enough and ends up fumbling the phone right out of his hands. He yells an expletive that she can probably hear through the thin wall that separates their apartments, should she be home. Jesse picks the phone back up, inspecting it. No cracks. This time. ]

listen no offense to older ladies i been known to enjoy a milf or two in my day but these are like...sitcom mom types in granny panties.

no thanks.

also several texts sent over a slightly longer period of time

[copacetic]

I mean I don't know.

You seemed like you really didn't like lingerie. It's fine. I get it.

[ She deliberately waits a minute or two before sending the next messages, just to make him squirm. ]

It sounds like maybe this is more your thing.

[ the next text Jesse gets is a neck-down nude of Jane kneeling on her bed; even though her face isn't visible, it's obvious from the dark black hair cascading over the shoulders who the body belongs to ]

@bonafidehero

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[ Jesse raises his hands to gesture, palms out. ]

Hey, listen, I'm not one to judge--like, not at all. I was just saying, like, if you ever need help, I dunno, painting or something.

[ He shrugs up his shoulders, implying the rest. It'd give him something to do, anyway. It's kind of nice to keep busy these days, actually. Doing something other than dealing with Mr. White and the host of problems that guy seems to come with. ]

Like, I dunno, being young and dumb? Throwing parties and shit when my parents left for the weekend on some trip with my younger brother?

[ Jesse shrugs his shoulders. Yeah, there had been more recent renovations in his life that he'd needed to do himself. Like that time he hadn't bothered to hear out the facts of why he needed plastic tubs stamped LDPE on the bottom. Like how he got tired of trying to find a container big enough and just decided his bathtub would work fine. Of course, if he knew then what he knew now, he would have never tried to take initiative dragging Emilio's lifeless body up all of those carpeted stairs--twice, since the first time he'd lost his grip and the guy had gone thinking down each step all the way to the bottom.

The entire day had been a comedy of errors, but the worst part had been when he learned the hard way why a bathtub just wouldn't do--when the hydrochloric acid had, sure, largely eaten its way through the body of his former elementary school friend, but not only through flesh and blood and the tossed in guns, but also the tub itself, the subfloor beneath, the ceiling of the hallway below. It had burned and softened and leaked its way through the cracks until the entire ceiling had given way. A putrid splattering of blood and guts and liquefied flesh. Of bone fragments and halfway-dissolved firearms.

It had been a nightmare, but he had learned a few things in the days afterwards: how to neutralize and clean up hydrochloric acid, how to separate organic material from non-organic material, how to flush evidence down a toilet. More relevantly, how to patch a ceiling and replace a tub. How to fix flooring. Sure, none of it was perfect but it had held solid until the subsequent full house renovation. But he's not about to open that can of worms, so he sticks to the basics instead. Something, perhaps, relatable. ]

thank you!

[bonafidehero]

You want to help?

[Her tone is a mixture of skepticism and surprise. It shows on her face. It's followed by something a little more thoughtful. The help wouldn't be so bad. Malcolm helps when he can, but he also presses too much. Tells her what she needs to do that she doesn't want to face yet. After a moment of thought, she gives a shrug and nods.]

I can't pay you much. Mostly food and beer.

[She takes jobs when she can. She prefers the ones that pay even if they're stupid. It's better to guard her heart that way. It keeps her from getting too involved and too emotionally compromised, but those cases sneak up anyway somehow. She wants to blame Trish and Malcolm, but she knows that's not the truth of it. She's always wanted to help people even when it's only led to her making the situation worst.]

Must've been some crazy parties.

for @apology_girl

[yeahmagnets]

[ a continuation of this thread. ]

[ Jesse, of course, hadn't made it to the airport. He'd been intercepted by Lalo's 'friends', as promised. He doesn't want to reminisce about what happened in the interim. He wasn't sure he'd make it home alive. That is, until the name Gus Fring was brought up and it became clear that what they were doing to him was meant to serve as a message to Fring. When it was all said and done, they returned Jesse's rental car and dropped him off at the airport. They had booked a flight for him, too, but it was for later that evening. It's a three-hour flight to Albuquerque International Sunport. Even with it being an hour earlier back home, he's gotten in late. He'd been planning on just driving back that morning. Even with the eight-hour drive, he would have been home earlier.

Jesse takes the battery out of his phone as soon as he's on the airplane, and he breaks and disposes of it in the airport once he lands safely, picking up a new burner phone in one of the airport's shops. He calls for a taxi and then calls Jane, finally, his heart hammering in his battered ribcage as he waits for her to pick up. It rings once before he panics and hangs up. He doesn't want her to worry any more than she probably already is. So he waits, not wanting to answer questions over the phone. His leg bounces nervously the entire ride.

As requested, they drop him off down the street and he limps his way down the block, eyes and ears pricked as he carries his duffle bag and turns the corner into his driveway, eventually making it to the front door. Jesse pats his pockets to look for his key, but gives up after a little while, raising his fist to knock on the door instead. Jane's presumably waiting at his house and he can't stand another minute with her not knowing he's alive. He's fucked up, but he'll live. ]

[copacetic]

[The home shopping network blares mindlessly in the background, but Jane isn't watching it. She can't even focus long enough to make out the individual words the too-cheery hosts are saying, let alone actually comprehend that they're talking about The New BlendTech Flav-o-Tron 8000 (now with real finger-slicing technology!).

She paces the house aimlessly. It's the most pointless pacing she's ever done without being on something.

She tugs at the hem of her shirt. She tugs at her hair.

All she can think about is Jesse. The phone call from an unknown number - one ring while she fumbled with her own phone out of fear, then disconnected before she even had time to receive the call - had done little to quell her nerves. Instead, it created a million new nightmare scenarios to play on repeat in her brain.

The blinds are wide open, letting sunlight splash into Jesse's house. He usually keeps them shut and she usually doesn't mess with the way he has things when she's in his house. But she wants - no, she needs - to see him coming. She needs to know when she sees any car that might be carrying him rolling down the block.

It's one of fate's cruel little ironies that she's in the bathroom when Jesse's rental car does come rolling up to their shared duplex, parking outside the street, and misses it. She's washing her hands when she hears knocking and all but runs to the front door, leaving the bathroom door open and the light on.]

Jesse?

[She opens the door, only to see him standing there looking... Jesus, he looks fucked up. There aren't any other words for it. Jane hurls herself onto the step, wrapping both arms around his shoulders and squeezing tight.]

Oh my God, baby! Thank God you're safe. [She separates from him, and takes several steps back inside, her eyes going wide.] Jesse? What the hell? What is all of this? [She gestures to his visible bruises.] Who... who did this to you?

[She's in shock right now, but the rage will come quickly when she's able to process what she's looking at.]

[yougotafriendinme]

[They've got a rapport built off pounding bass and being the only person the other can even kind of talk to. Maybe not about a lot, but something.

When she's not crying from a lack of food or sleep for days on end, El's - odd. Prone to strange and awkward silences. Enough alcohol in her and that gives way to a bright charisma. Otherwise - impulsive. Sarcastic. Self aware enough to try to stagger shooting up, but there's already a pattern forming, whenever she gets back to the party. It probably says a lot that Jesse's party is safer to shoot up in, than the apartment she's staying at with her uncle.

They aren't exactly friends, but they aren't anything else, and she likes getting tacos with him. They're on the way now, though El's coming down from a high, still relaxed and sluggish. Not really hungry, but the tacos are nice anyway.]

So you got this...party, all the time, but you don't get high, or drink? When I was sober I couldn't even smell booze without craving... [El gestures as she talks in the passenger seat of Jesse's car, leaning her head against the window. It's a nice day, bright and sunny--

The window shatters under her head. El flinches back, old instinct driving her to silence, not screaming, as the glass crumbles - she's stuck processing that for a moment as two other sharp pops sound.]

Is that for you, or me? [--which is about the least fucking helpful thing she could be doing, she realizes, and puts her head down before it gets blown off.]

[yeahmagnets]

[ It's kind of nice, the routine they've got going on. Jesse gets to stay out of his own head for a while and El gets free tacos. It's nice to get a break from the chaos that his house is slowly devolving into. At first, coming home was a relief, but as things grow more and more hectic behind his walls he sometimes finds himself wondering when he'll get home to find the place surrounded by red and blue flashing lights or the whole thing burnt to the ground. Both scenarios are getting more and more plausible and he knows how much it's probably pissing off Gus that he's being so reckless, but he can't bring himself to care enough to put a stop to it. Not yet, anyway.

Maybe a bullet or two'll change his mind, though. Jesse's wrenched from his thoughts at the sight of his passenger side window exploding in a hail of broken glass and he haphazardly throws his bag of tacos into the backseat, slamming his gear-shift into reverse before he even thinks about what he's doing. He pulls open the glovebox, pulling a gun out from within when there are two sharp pop sounds, one right after the other. He feels the breeze as the first bullet whizzes by his head, causing him to bring an arm up instinctively. The second sound comes and there's a sharp burning in his upper arm but he's focusing on getting them the hell out of there over anything else.

Tires squeal, smoke rising from the burning rubber as he peels out of the parking lot backward and shifts into drive, taking off down the street. His arm feels warm. Too warm. The sleeve of his sweatshirt is growing dark and heavy with his blood as his icy blue eyes flick up to the rearview mirror. He's trying to shake the tail following him like Mike taught him and he just barely manages by running a red light, taking some misleading turns, and then turning his headlights off for a couple of streets. He manages to pull into his garage, finally, his head spinning. He cuts the engine and leans back against the seat, panting. ]

I think I lost 'em.

[ The fact that he's been shot hasn't quite registered yet, though he's feeling dizzier by the minute, eyes lolling over towards El lazily, who he'd all but shoved into the footwell of the front seat to keep her out of harm's way. He reaches up with his good arm to press a button closing the garage door and keeping them out of sight.

Jesse grimaces as the pain starts to set in, the adrenaline rush waning. He reaches across his body to grip his upper arm, the wet fabric of his hoodie squelching beneath his fingers as he tries to slow the bleeding. ]

I'm hit, yo...

[paralegaling]

Jesse!

Just the man I need.

[yeahmagnets]

hey!

what's goin on?

@cutehugeyacht

[yeahmagnets]

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just like...feed it? they're pretty self-sufficient, right? idk that much about cats. my friend badger had one, tho.

thank you!

[cutehugeyacht]

what does it like?? It keeps trying to rub on me!

@aimlesswonder

[yeahmagnets]

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cool, i'll be over in a little bit.

[ Guin and Jesse have been dancing around each other for a while now, each tentative to say too much or admit to too many feelings. It's a delicately choreographed situation, but sooner or later someone's bound to miss a step or stumble. It's obvious that he cares about her. He'd be there for her no matter what it took, but there's a big difference between just doing it and saying it out loud. Admitting feelings opens him up to being hurt. It makes him vulnerable, and that's a feeling he would prefer to keep at bay.

It doesn't take long for Jesse to get himself together, picking up a pizza and garlic knots on his way to Guin's house. It's quick and easy and he's getting sick of tacos and microwaved meals. He pulls into the driveway, shifting the pizza to balance the box on the palm of his hand so he can ring the doorbell. He steps back to wait for her to answer, not wanting to just invite himself in even though he's sure it would be fine with her. ]

[aimlesswonder]

[ When Guin answers the door, she looks better than Jesse might have expected from their texts. There are some bruises on her arms and a few more if he ends up seeing her without a shirt on. But everything has had a few days to heal and now it's just the soreness setting in. Her partner wanting to be sure that she's back to 100 percent both physically and mentally before he lets her back out into the field. She and Brent have been working together for nearly a year now and the one thing he's always demonstrated is caring about people. He wanted her home, even if it meant he faced all the flak himself.

He's not wrong. She would hug Jesse except for the fact he's balancing that pizza. So instead she moves out of the doorway to let him in. ] Hey. I'm so glad to see you. Make yourself at home, the place is still kind of a mess from when I left the last time. How have you been in all this?

@smokes

[yeahmagnets]

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okay. door's unlocked, you can just come in.
yeah man i'd say a hundo minimum. they're gonna need it detailed.

[smokes]

you think? i'm not bleeding that much
well. it's contained anyway
i guess it's more of a bribe than a tip right

how are you on painkillers

@bonafidehero

[yeahmagnets]

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[ Maybe a part of Jesse is a glutton for punishment. It would explain why he's stuck around Mr. White for so long, anyway. Being around Jessica doesn't feel like punishment, though, and he sees her attempt to keep everyone at arm's length as a challenge more than a deterrent.

His tongue peeks out to moisten his lips briefly. The thought of tasting her is enough to make him salivate. He takes her smirk and arched brow as an invitation, so he closes the gap between them (as if he needs an excuse). His hand presses against her lower back to pull her closer to him before sliding further south, gripping the globe of her asscheek firmly in his hand. It pulls a low rumble from him, something between a purr and a growl. ]

Starving. You gonna be a good host and feed me?

[bonafidehero]

[ The fact that she lets him in so close is telling. She lets him take the lead with her instead of calling all the shots. There's a slight crinkle of amusement and perhaps fondness at the corners of her eyes when he tugs her closer. Jesse is warm. He smells so fucking good, and he has a mouth made for sin. She already feels herself getting wet with anticipation.

She closes the rest of the gap and kisses him fiercely. It's teeth and tongue and hungry filth. She nips and sucks on his bottom lip. ]

Take off my clothes and I will.

@justmakemoney

[yeahmagnets]

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how's tomorrow? one-ish?

[justmakemoney]

Consider it booked.

Full disclosure, if you don't show, I'll be taking the day off anyway.

@nachocheese

[yeahmagnets]

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[ Jesse just smiles, picking up on Nacho's excitable vibes. They're kind of contagious and that coupled with the fact that he's just happy to actually get out of the house and do something other than work and sleep means Jesse's face lights up, too. ]

Okay. Well, uh...first off you're gonna want to figure out what foot you lead with. It's not always gonna be your dominant side that feels most comfortable, so just like. Try both out and see what feels better. Just plant one food towards the front of your board and push off with your back foot. When you put both feet on you're gonna want to pivot that front foot so they're both facing to the side.

[ Jesse explains, feeling himself ramble a little. He rubs at the back of his neck, an almost bashful expression coming over him. He's so used to everyone trying to teach him how to do shit that it feels kind of nice to fill the instructor role for once. ]

You'll wanna get used to just getting on and off the board, pushing off, and going in a straight line before you try anything fancy. Turning's pretty easy once you get your balance down. You just kinda put more pressure towards your heels or your toes--whichever's towards the way you wanna turn...

[ Jesse puts his board down, skating a straight line, then looping around to return to where Nacho is. ]

Go ahead--give it a shot.

[nachocheese]

[ Nacho often suffers from the opposite problem as Jesse - nobody really seems interested in teaching him anything, or even telling him anything. Except for Mike. But aside from Mike, people mostly seem interested in giving him what sometimes feel to Nacho like near-impossible tasks and then telling him to just "figure it out". Maybe he should be glad they have faith in his abilities... but it doesn't always feel to Nacho like they have faith in him. Truth is, sometimes it just makes him feel expendable. Like he's more of a tool than a person, not worth protecting or even educating.

Maybe that's why he likes being around Jesse. Nacho never feels like anybody is expendable to Jesse. And it's nice to have somebody being willing to teach him how to do something for once, instead of just expecting him to figure shit out on his own. He listens, noting the bashful expression with a hint of internal amusement and maybe (platonic) affection, although he doesn't really show it. Nacho just listens, and nods.

Nacho would rather listen than talk most of the time anyway.

Jesse makes it sound pretty simple, and Jesse makes it look pretty simple too. Jesse's movements are fluid and easy, and it seems simple enough. So Nacho confidently drops the board down on the ground and gets on, holding his arms out a little unsteadily to try and get his balance, feeling stupid as he does it. Okay. See what foot feels better. He can do that. He tries to push off with the other foot, and...

And then, immediately, there's a loud clattering sound as the board goes flying out from underneath him and he immediately falls the second he tries to push off, smacking his tailbone on the hard ground. ]

OW! Shit!

[shittybirthday]

[ from here cos captcha ]

i gave you a job and that's breakfast

[yeahmagnets]

wow, i can't believe you let me be in charge of opening cans. the level of trust is unreal.

i finally have time on my hands and i miss these dorks

[aimlesswonder]

Hey, so guess who got drop-kicked home for a while if you're not busy...

[Guin isn't spilling details but it won't surprise Jesse that she got in trouble. She's a troublemaker, always has been and while the Navy has straightened her out a lot it hasn't taken that out of her. Standing up for what she thinks is right will never ever change. So she's going to take her time-out in the corner and not pout about it and use it as an excuse to go look up her favorite person on the planet.]