yeah, exactly. hopefully the cash means you got an understanding. i'm not tryin to have the cops knocking on my door or anything.
i got tylenol and advil. i might have a few vicodin left from when i broke my ribs a while back. if you're lookin for anything else i'm gonna have to make a couple calls tho.
the fuck kind of minor altercation do you walk away from with broken ribs??
coming in
[ he lumbers into the house, not bothering to look for jesse while making a bee-line to the bathroom. having blood staining one side of his head while his hair is a mixture of blood with glitter-looking glass in it was not the luq he was going for tonight. he has to wash it off and get his shit straight, being viewed as (even more of) a disaster is unacceptable. heal the damage, take some vitamin v, then crash on the couch. ]
the kind where a douchebag tried to rob me. shit's straight now, though. we came to an understanding.
[ Jesse looks towards the door from his spot on the futon as it swings open. He arches a brow as Alex slips past him, presumably heading for the nearest sink. He would normally understand the guy's desire for privacy. Nobody likes getting caught with their pants down. But he has to get the Vicodin, which is not so conveniently located in the medicine cabinet over the sink. ]
Watch your head—-this time.
[ Jesse bites back a laugh as he swings the medicine cabinet door open, grabbing the bottle and then shutting it before he retreats back to the living room to give Alex some space. He can't help but rib him a little bit, though. ]
They got you good, huh? The towel on that rack behind you's clean. Don't worry about getting blood on it, there's a whole stack of 'em in the hallway closet.
[ the look he give him for "watch your head"? scathing. or at least, it would be a tilt of his head from the sink, where he's trying to rinse blood and/or glass out of his hair. would this have maybe been more effective in the shower? probably, but that kind of planning would require thinking straight. ]
Fucking up and getting lucky shouldn't count as good. glass is what got me good. [ indignant — but jesse's already gone. so he calls back to the living room: ]
You ever had glass shatter on you? Explode kinda shatter?
[ Hey, Jesse did suggest the shower, but Alex told him that it would probably just spread the glass onto his body. It makes sense, but the detachable showerhead might have remedied that. It's neither here nor there--Alex is bent over the sink, carefully ridding himself of the small shards. Jesse silently reminds himself to clean out the sink trap later. ]
Uh...car windows count?
[ He's had some close calls, sure, but automotive glass and shower doors break up in big, more rounded chunks. The edges are sharp, but it's an easier and safer cleanup than, say, a glass or a bottle. ]
[ look. sometimes you think of ideas that sound real great until they take more work than the immediate option in front of you. ]
Did it break or stay spiderwebbed?
[ he could continue talking about glass (and how it hurts like a bitch), but also, consider reinforcing that he's Self-Sufficient and Doesn't Need Anyone. (obviously why he's here.) ]
My buddy's back window shattered. Glass, like, all over me. It wasn't tiny pieces, though. So it all pretty much fell off me when I got out of the car.
[ Jesse creeps back over towards the bathroom after getting his cigarettes, lighting one as he leans against the doorframe. ]
I dunno. I could like...get a cup or somethin'? Help get the back since you can't exactly see what you're doin' back there. Or I could just stand here and watch you struggle. Y'know. Either way.
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Date: 2023-10-11 04:46 am (UTC)well. it's contained anyway
i guess it's more of a bribe than a tip right
how are you on painkillers
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Date: 2023-10-11 05:02 am (UTC)i got tylenol and advil. i might have a few vicodin left from when i broke my ribs a while back. if you're lookin for anything else i'm gonna have to make a couple calls tho.
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Date: 2023-10-12 04:30 am (UTC)nah, that'll work. i'll take the vicodin.
but how the fuck did you break your ribs
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Date: 2023-10-12 11:25 am (UTC)it's kind of a long story. minor altercation. no biggie, really.
[ It is not a long story. A business deal went wrong and Jesse got robbed and beaten with a literal sack of cash that was supposed to be his. ]
i'm so sorry this took so long gl;jsfd
Date: 2023-10-22 01:40 am (UTC)coming in
[ he lumbers into the house, not bothering to look for jesse while making a bee-line to the bathroom. having blood staining one side of his head while his hair is a mixture of blood with glitter-looking glass in it was not the luq he was going for tonight. he has to wash it off and get his shit straight, being viewed as (even more of) a disaster is unacceptable. heal the damage, take some vitamin v, then crash on the couch. ]
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Date: 2023-10-22 04:21 pm (UTC)shit's straight now, though.
we came to an understanding.
[ Jesse looks towards the door from his spot on the futon as it swings open. He arches a brow as Alex slips past him, presumably heading for the nearest sink. He would normally understand the guy's desire for privacy. Nobody likes getting caught with their pants down. But he has to get the Vicodin, which is not so conveniently located in the medicine cabinet over the sink. ]
Watch your head—-this time.
[ Jesse bites back a laugh as he swings the medicine cabinet door open, grabbing the bottle and then shutting it before he retreats back to the living room to give Alex some space. He can't help but rib him a little bit, though. ]
They got you good, huh? The towel on that rack behind you's clean. Don't worry about getting blood on it, there's a whole stack of 'em in the hallway closet.
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Date: 2023-10-23 04:13 am (UTC)Fucking up and getting lucky shouldn't count as good. glass is what got me good. [ indignant — but jesse's already gone. so he calls back to the living room: ]
You ever had glass shatter on you? Explode kinda shatter?
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Date: 2023-10-23 11:07 pm (UTC)Uh...car windows count?
[ He's had some close calls, sure, but automotive glass and shower doors break up in big, more rounded chunks. The edges are sharp, but it's an easier and safer cleanup than, say, a glass or a bottle. ]
D'you need help?
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Date: 2023-10-24 03:49 am (UTC)Did it break or stay spiderwebbed?
[ he could continue talking about glass (and how it hurts like a bitch), but also, consider reinforcing that he's Self-Sufficient and Doesn't Need Anyone. (obviously why he's here.) ]
Help how?
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Date: 2023-11-02 01:51 am (UTC)[ Jesse creeps back over towards the bathroom after getting his cigarettes, lighting one as he leans against the doorframe. ]
I dunno. I could like...get a cup or somethin'? Help get the back since you can't exactly see what you're doin' back there. Or I could just stand here and watch you struggle. Y'know. Either way.