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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 5:18 pm
"Maybe it would have been if you didn't look disgusting," he replied. "God damn it..." His glasses lifted as he pinched the crooked bridge of his nose. "Worse than I thought. No. Nope. We're heading to your room and you're taking a shower."
He took Chel's arm to tug her up and out. "Come on, you're leaving a mess and I'm getting sleepy." A mess he wouldn't have naturally allowed at that. "And then maybe presents tomorrow, because believe it or not I do remember some of the s**t you tell me."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:03 pm
"Shower sex? Kinky as hell." And back down into another fit of giggles.
It could have been said that she got up, but it was really more like a slither or a crawl; an ooze, at best. "We're goin' somewhere? Hokay where to?" Chel took an unsteady step towards the door, still very much in her undergarments and very much ready to take on the world. It's not like a shirt would have made much of a difference anyways.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:19 pm
"I just said, dumbass." Chel was treated to being yanked up into Jack's arms for a ride up, and what few stares were levelled their way went ignored. In minutes she was all but poured into her bath; if she proved even beyond a simple wash, he wasn't above treating her like an infant just to vent the level of eye rolling annoyance building up inside.
He took up residence on her couch the rest of the time, legs dangling over the edge as he considered the plastic stars on her ceiling. He'd stolen a beer out of Chel's fridge and was idly sipping it out of habit more than because he needed a drink.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:26 pm
On the way up the stairs (he certainly made this trip a lot didn't he?) Chel nearly fell asleep into his shoulder; the only thing keeping her awake was her own voice consistently mumbling things like "I like you, but like I like you Jack man like you know???"
Upon being placed in the shower, Chel just sat there and laughed at the water being poured over her head. For all intents and purposes, she was an infant. There was one particular moment where she looked up and nearly choked by filling her mouth with water and not swallowing. It was impressive, really.
The water sobered her ever so slightly. Still not really enough to count, but enough to make her capable of wrapping a towel around her head and drying it the old fashioned way. She changed back into the clothes she'd come in and exited the bathroom somewhat more put together than she had been.
It didn't really seem to show, considering after exiting the bathroom she attempted to roll over the back of the couch, only to fall off the couch and onto the ground. Luckily she recovered (though her dignity would never), and she stuck the landing by putting her hands up. "Touchdown!" was what she told him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:33 pm
Jack grunted as she rolled over him and grumbled to himself for a moment before turning his head to her. "Six out of ten," he said with a golf clap against the beer can. "Can you actually stand on your own, birthday girl, or are you going to make me carry you to the ******** bed too?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:39 pm
"The ********' bed," Chel said with a snort. "The <********> bed." More uproarious laughter.
She pulled herself up enough to prove that she could walk the distance. "Come on old man. S'past yer bed time 'pparently. Need me to read y'a ********' bedtime story too?" She fell onto her bed with a lazy splay of her limbs, arms wiggling to try and find where her pillows were (were they on the ground? the bed? who knew).
She started laughing again. Everything was funny.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:55 pm
He nearly snorted his beer and got up from the couch. "Right. But I like you Jack you know?" he mocked her in a falsetto. "Now try not to vomit in your sleep for me, you stupid baby," he said as he started to head for the door. Chel was in bed, mission accomplished. "Or else I'll have to play these video games on my own."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:58 pm
"Where y'goin'?"
There was a slight hint of alcohol-induced fear in her voice. Curiosity would come later.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:04 pm
"Back to my room." Jack glanced at her. "Unless you need a bedtime story yourself, you big hypocrite."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:07 pm
"That's Mr. Assface to you," he retorted, putting the beer can aside before walking over to the bed. "What?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:09 pm
"Don't make me sleep alone on my birthday," she ordered him in a whiny voice. "My birthday." Technically it still was for an hour or two more.
She even scooted over and made grabby, drunk hands.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:15 pm
With a dramatic and unnecessary sigh, he acquiesced and crawled into bed. "Only because it's your birthday," Jack told her as his arms found their usual places around her. "Christ, how did you ever manage on your own? Do you make Axten put up with it too? No wonder he turned out like he did."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:24 pm
Chel was far more affectionate tonight than her usual self (which was REALLY saying a lot) and was akin to a koala bear around Jack's frame. She spoke to his skin because she could barely move her head up enough to talk to the air. It made her head spin in a familiar way that she always found pleasant, regardless of who she forced to cause it.
"M'not dead yet," she reminded him, pulling at his ponytail. "I know ya wasn't sleepin' anyways."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:39 pm
There was an unnamed satisfaction in being clung to for dear life, and he found himself pulling her even closer still in spite of her injuries.
His ponytail would come undone with a few tugs if she wasn't careful, that was how little effort and notice he had put into it. Jack sighed through his nose."Great eyes, Legolas. When was the last time you saw me sleep well anyway?" He didn't know how else to respond beyond sarcasm, even though it was true. "Sleep's for the weak."
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