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 Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 11:26 pm
Chel was slightly drunk when she slapped into Jack's door. She was covered from head to toe in a greenish crust, seaweed stuck in between her chest and her coat. There was a new hole in the left side she kept sticking her fingers through and laughing about too. Her hair had attempted to stay in a ponytail, but mostly she looked like she was slightly drunk.
She also had a half-deflated balloon tied to her wrist. She didn't remember getting it. She did remember Chris eating way too much at a Red Robin. Probably where she got the balloon?
There was also a bright red on her arm and down one of her legs. Stone lions were serious business. She was too numb from the birthday beer to care.
"Jaaaaaaaaaackles." Maybe more than slightly drunk. "S'my biiiiiiirthday open open open~!" She pushed her cheek against the cold wood like it would respond to her demand. "I have a balloon."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 12:06 am
She didn't have to wait long. Jack's sleeping schedule wasn't quite as regulated as it used to be, and he happened to be enjoying himself with Barbara when she knocked. He stopped plucking at the slap, heard the slur in Chel's voice, sighed, and got up.
When he opened the door, barefoot and in a tangle of a ponytail himself, there was an arm ready to stop her from falling over even before he realized she had been leaning against it.
"Would've also accepted the Elvish word for friend. Did you start the party without me?" he asked, noting the abrasions with a glance as he half carried-half dragged her in.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 7:28 am
"years. "Jackles~!" she burbled into his arm before letting go, wobbling a step and then falling back onto his side.
Very drunk.
"Party? What party?" She looked over her shoulder as though a party was going to jump out from behind the door, like a physical object. "S'my birthday," she said matter-of-factly, sticking out her wrist. "And I have a balloooon."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:08 am
"I can see that." He didn't bother hiding how amused he was as he helped straighten her up. "Here I was waiting around all day for you to get back so we could celebrate, when you already went and did so. I'm hurt."
He started to direct Chel to the bed. "How was the hunt, Indie?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:37 am
"You were waiting for me?"
Chel had priorities.
"I ate a birthday sundae," she told him, thinking he was referring to their dinner as "the hunt." She sagged further into his side and whispered a drunken secret, "I think Chris took the cherry when I went to hit on the waitress."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:45 am
"That little b***h," Jack whispered back.
With Chel all but pinned to his side, he maneuvered them to sit on the bed. Or at least, he had the ability to do so, she looked ready to puddle. "Was the waitress at least hot? Or did your standards fall even lower while you were out?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:59 am
"Of course she was hot!" Chel sounded almost offended. She would have been more up in arms if she could have remembered what the waitress looked like. It was just a blur of blonde hair. For all she knew, it might have been Chris.
In hindsight she felt a little bad because she could see the greek flecks of moldy algae and water that had dried on her flaking off onto Jack's poor bed and floor. "There was a LION. There were a lot of lions- and bulls!" She gestured with her hands that they were large. Very large.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:08 am
Once he was sure she wouldn't fall over, or at least no immediately, Jack scrounged for a towel. "Yeah, I got your selfies. Something to do with Heracles, right?" he mused as he unrolled one over his shoulder. "Nemean lion and...s**t, I don't remember the bull one."
When he returned, he started to peel Chel's clothes off with an inner sigh. Naturally she would go get shitfaced instead of taking a shower. "I'm guessing you had fun?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 1:12 pm
Chel tried her very best to stay upright but the longer Jack was away the more she started to teeter back and forth. Luckily he returned before she fell over completely. Prince Charming to the rescue again (the rescue of his bedsheets, that is).
"Fun? Fuuun. Yeah I guess'so." Sore as hell and fuzzy-headed were really the only feelings she was experiencing at the moment.
She wiggled out of her jacket easily, but when it came to her pants she whined, "Jack is a horndog, Jack is a horndog." Which then broke her down into a fit of giggles because she was hilarious.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 1:20 pm
"Yes, the smell of algae and mud is an exotic aphrodisiac." Snorting, he tossed her clothes onto his chair for now and encouraged her to bundle up. "Did you go to the infirmary?" he asked, not out of concern but because he never quite left his job alone. It was as common as a hello at this point, albeit tagged with verbal eye rolling. "I'll rephrase. Did anything happen that should have gotten bandaged but didn't and it hurts very, very bad?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 2:00 pm
Sitting nearly nude Jack could better see there were a few more cuts than she'd let on. Most of them were shallow and would heal in a day or so, but one on the lateral side of her thigh looked a bit angrier. Nothing unusual or new.
"My whole head needs bandaging," Chel said, trying to gesture to her head and missing by quite a few inches. "Red Robin carded Chris it was the best." More likely Chel had taken his drinks and nobody bothered protesting because they had two daggers and a fierce looking gauntlet.
"Why are you gonna ki-kiss-kiss it better?" She stumbled over the world but hiccuped into a laugh as a recovery.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 2:19 pm
"Christ, I still can't believe you literally went from spelunking straight to a Red Robin...What am I saying? Why do I still let myself get surprised? It's you two."
With a strangely affectionate ruffle of her hair, Jack went and retrieved some antiseptic and runic bandages. At least Chel had managed not to get a wound that needed stitching, that would have been just annoying to do. After cleaning the area around it of grime and dabbing the solution onto the insides of the bandages, he held her leg down and pressed it into the wound, waiting for her to finish squirming before continuing with it.
"You're still a ******** for not inviting me."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 3:12 pm
"Bluh bluh blah bluh," Chel mimicked his miniature monologue even as he was saying the words. When he ruffled her hair her whole head spun and it took a few moments of steadying herself to get it to stick on straight.
"Owww ow ow," Chel screeched, hitting his back with the full force of drunken fists. "No more not that." Eloquent speech. "Thas why yer not invited! Serves ya right assface."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 3:27 pm
He ducked his head and let as many of her attacks roll to his back as he could, wincing. Even when drunk and collared Chel could still pack a punch. "Uh huh. Hold still," Jack groused as he held her back and did his work, not as tidy as it normally was but at least covering the gash. "There. You'll thank me later."
Jack peeled away again to avoid any more punches. "You know," he said with a shake of his head as he put the antiseptic up, "if you're going to act like that, you can forget getting any presents."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 5:06 pm
"Pshhh," Chel cooed, scratching at her bare chest with one hand and reaching up to let down her ponytail (and a lot of sand) with the other. "The mighty Beanstalk wouldn't get me presents. Heck I'm- I'ma- I'm s'prised y'even remembereded."
She slapped her hands down against his leg and said, "S'it sex? I bet it's sex."
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