I asked you what you could do. I didn’t say show me your blatantly impossible parlour trick in the middle of this fucking bar where anybody can see. If you think I’m overreacting, one you’re an asshole and two there’s no point in me wasting my time repeating myself. But don’t fucking make out like you were doing as you were told.
And if you ever sweetheart me again today won’t be the last time somebody attacks you in your sleep, or the most fucking memorable.
[ clear? got it? can we all just get on with fucking off now? ]
[ it's something. not a fucking apology, but better than nothing. a puff of breath and she sure isn't as shy about the eye rolling. less at what he's said than at herself for hanging around long enough to wind up giving him a second chance. ]
I broke my fist on your gut, I'm going to skip a repeat performance. But thanks anyway for the heads up.
No, you do not need to get me some ice. [ she doesn't need your help!! your stupid body did this in the first place!! no that's not actually the issue and there's minimal venom left in her voice. ] Some of us give a shit and go to hospital when we're busted.
[ stomachs are supposed to be soft! put your abs away! ]
Yeah, well, congratulations. [ and no, she was being dramatic about your Bleeding Head. for her part, ] I'm going back to the safehouse first, see if any of the doctor types are around. If not, we'll see.
[ fucking kovacs. she glares at him, on the cusp of disbelieving... but she's not his literal boss. she doesn't pay him to behave a certain way and she couldn't ultimately stop him if she wanted to.
she doesn't particularly care to either. the incident was very specific, and not particularly the fault of drink. ]
You just got clubbed in the head with a bed in that safehouse. Is there nowhere else you can go?
[ somebody's clearly pissed and there's every chance that other people will be as a result. walking back in there drinking and bleeding doesn't seem like the smartest choice. ]
[ he stares at her like she's grown a second head. ]
Do you want me to fucking sleep outside? Where else am I gonna go? I'm allowed to be there too. I didn't start that fucking fight. I got just pulled into it.
[ he could spend time drinking here and there but he had to go back eventually. ]
I'm not saying you're not allowed to be there, I'm saying if someone came at you in your sleep once who's to say they're not going to do it again? You can only get hit in the head so many times before it's had enough.
[ having said that, he doesn't particularly strike her as the kind to have a whole lot of friends to fall back on. she'd offer him a couch, sure, but she's one of a likely small minority - and she doesn't have a couch to spare. ]
[ don't you fuck off her, only she gets to do that ]
Either go to a hospital and sleep on a bench or don't and get a room somewhere. Or get an infection off a bench somebody's pissed on by sleeping on it with an open wound because you're fucking stubborn. Whatever feels right.
[ she's not going to fight him on it anymore - she's let her power fade out and her hand's starting to fucking hurt. ]
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[ though that might have been part of the whole thing. she'd gotten pretty fucking mad for just wanting him to straighten up and fly right. ]
You acted like I just shot your fucking dog or something. Tell me. I'm asking nicely.
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And if you ever sweetheart me again today won’t be the last time somebody attacks you in your sleep, or the most fucking memorable.
[ clear? got it? can we all just get on with fucking off now? ]
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Fine.
[ that took a lot of effort not to snap back. ]
Laura. [ see? effort. ] The next time you hit me though, I am going to hit back. Just a warning.
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I broke my fist on your gut, I'm going to skip a repeat performance. But thanks anyway for the heads up.
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[ thanks elias ryker. you were good for some things. you were fucked up for so many others, though. ]
Do I need to go get you some ice now?
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Are you going to the hospital, then?
[ he sounds bemused. ]
I had no idea my stomach was that hard to the touch.
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Yeah, well, congratulations. [ and no, she was being dramatic about your Bleeding Head. for her part, ] I'm going back to the safehouse first, see if any of the doctor types are around. If not, we'll see.
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Thank you, your congratulations are appreciated. [ of course he's gonna take that literally. ] I'm gonna drink some more.
[ his head still fucking hurts. ]
But I'll be on my best behavior. Scout's honor.
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she doesn't particularly care to either. the incident was very specific, and not particularly the fault of drink. ]
Fine. But find another bar.
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I'm not a fucking moron. [ not all the time, at least. ] I was going to do that. Or at least buy a bottle and take it back to the safehouse with me.
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You're going back? Right now?
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[ he rubs at the back of his head and winces. ]
Why?
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[ somebody's clearly pissed and there's every chance that other people will be as a result. walking back in there drinking and bleeding doesn't seem like the smartest choice. ]
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Do you want me to fucking sleep outside? Where else am I gonna go? I'm allowed to be there too. I didn't start that fucking fight. I got just pulled into it.
[ he could spend time drinking here and there but he had to go back eventually. ]
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[ having said that, he doesn't particularly strike her as the kind to have a whole lot of friends to fall back on. she'd offer him a couch, sure, but she's one of a likely small minority - and she doesn't have a couch to spare. ]
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Fine, I'll stay on a fucking bench.
[ sounds like a party. ]
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That's not any better. There's got to be somebody who'll tolerate you for a night or two.
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[ welcome to his life. ]
Don't fucking worry about it. I'll be alive in the morning.
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If you've got the money to drink, check in to a hotel.
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[ he doesn't want to talk about this anymore. ]
Go get your hand checked out. I'll do what I do.
[ survive like a cockroach. ]
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Either go to a hospital and sleep on a bench or don't and get a room somewhere. Or get an infection off a bench somebody's pissed on by sleeping on it with an open wound because you're fucking stubborn. Whatever feels right.
[ she's not going to fight him on it anymore - she's let her power fade out and her hand's starting to fucking hurt. ]
I'm going back.
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[ he doesn't say what he's going to do. let her live in suspense. but, he does give her a little sarcastic wave to see her off. ]
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