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Log: Jake & Jubilee
Backdated to midnight 2nd July 2009
Jubilee breaks into Jake's apartment and finds him in the midst of not coping at all.
Jubilee pulled a slim line flat leather case from her back pocket and pulled out several thieves tools, quickly taking care of the lock on Jake's door. It was true that she could have always knocked, or called or in some other way gained entry to Jake's place but this way was more fun. Besides, just because something was easy didn't make it a bad idea to keep her hand in.
She closed the door softly behind her as she entered the apartment, feet silent as the grave as she padded down the short hallway and into Jake's living room. Jubilee wondered if she should wake Jake up, or just take advantage of his couch and television that was quite a bit larger then the one she owned, and let him work out she was here on his own. It was the sight that met her as she was walking toward the much used couch that made her pause for a moment.
Jake, more then three sheets to the wind laying on said couch in the dark with the television on and tuned to some insipid late night infomercial. Jubilee eyed the tableau for a moment, taking in the mostly empty bottle of whiskey and its accompanying bottle of pain killers and Jake's only semi-conscious state.
"Dude, tell me you weren't mad enough to mix alcohol and painkillers in large quantities. Do you like, totally want to die horribly or something?"
He blinked at her for a moment as if he were trying to decide whether or not she was actually there. "Dint take that much," he mumbled groggily, waving a vague hand towards the prescription bottle. "Only gotta couple. Firss time."
"Any particular reason you're taking pain killers?" Jubilee asked, walking over to where Jake lay half on, and half off the couch. "Scooch over."
"'Sides, can't OD," he went on as if she hadn't said anything, although there was an amusingly terrifying moment where he attempted to push himself up to make room for Jubilee on the couch, forgot that he was down to one arm, and nearly went plummetting to the floor. Instead, he simply ended up smashing face first back onto the couch cushions. "Mmph."
"Idiot," Jubilee noted, but it was with an affectionate tone. She pulled him up by the shoulders and slid onto the couch before dropping him down again. "Dude, avoidance is my specialty, you're totally meant to be more adult then I am. "
"I juss wanned to sleep," he mumbled into her lap. "Not 'llowed t'run away. Rem an--" he swallowed thickly "--Wanna'll hurt me if I do."
Jubilee brushed hair out of his face, and wondered what it was that normal people said in this sort of situation.
"I don't know, they might just send you strongly worded post cards," Jubilee noted, going for flippant after a moment. Who needed normalcy anyway? Way too overrated when you really got down to it. "I could stay, till you got to sleep."
"Wanna broke my nose," he said pathetically. "An' knocked me down. I don' think she'd settle for a posscard." He reached for the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table, missing it by several inches.
"Wow, you must have like, really pissed her off," Jubilee noted unsympathetically and reached for the glass of whiskey. It took several half-hearted swipes before she managed to get it in hand. "So, would giving you this wonderfully aromatic alcohol be considered totally enough of a bribe for you to tell me what the hell is going on?"
He frowned at her--or, rather, ended up frowning at the coffee table; Jubilee was at the wrong angle for him to work up the energy to contort himself to frown in her direction. "Mmmmmaybe," he said without thinking, and then stopped, suddenly dizzy at how casually the word that was starting to become an inside joke with Jean-Paul had just tumbled from his lips. "Gimme my drink," he demanded, reaching for it. As drunk and messed up and groggy as he was, he felt far too sober, mostly because he was at all conscious.
Jubilee easily held the alcohol away from her friend, shaking her head in the negative. "Nu-hu, explanation first, blessed unconsciousness second. I'm a complete like bitch that way, never give anyone your bargainin' chip till they give you the goods."
He growled softly under his breath. "My arm hurts," he tried. "S'what Dr. Grey gave me the painkillers for." And maybe if I say it enough, I'll believe it, he thought--except that judging from Jubilee's reaction, he'd actually said that last part out loud, too.
"Never lie when you're totally toasted, or to someone who like, lies for a living and knows you way too well for it to work on," Jubilee noted with a grin, eyeing the glass of whiskey and wondering if the horrible infomercial on TV would look better if she simply watched it through that. "Come on, dude. You'll feel better after you spill your guts, totally."
"People say that 'bout vomiting, never works," he mumbled. With supreme effort, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, slumping against the couch cushions. "Don' wanna talk 'bout it," he said, rubbing his eyes wearily. "Iss stupid."
"Everything always is," Jubilee noted rather philosophically, continuing to hold the glass out of Jake's reach. "And it totally does feel better after chucking, especially because of that whole not getting alcohol poisoning thing."
"I don' get alcohol poisoning," he retorted, starting to get frustrated. "An' there's nothin' to talk 'bout. Because there's nothin' there in the firss place." He snagged the bottle off of the table and took a long drink. "Juss sex."
"Ahh," Jubilee said, placing the glass back on the table, and then turning to face her friend. "I take it you were gettin' to like this 'nothing there' then?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "An' I thought he was getting to like me." He took another long drink from the bottle, then slid sideways as if he were falling over in slow motion, until he came to rest on Jubilee's shoulder. "Stupid."
Jubilee rested her free arm along his back, settling in slightly as she realised she wouldn't be going anywhere tonight, whether Jake eventually found his way to bed or not. She wasn't able to leave him in an apartment all alone.
"Not so stupid, caring about people," she noted softly, tilting her head sideways to rest against the top of his. "I'm assuming he like, left you right?"
"Stupid," he repeated again, then fell silent long enough for Jubilee to think he'd fallen asleep. "You can't leave somethin' that doesn' exist," he said finally.
Jubilee butted her head against his, not hard enough to hurt but enough so she knew he'd feel it through the haze of alcohol. "Dude, you're being awesomely pathetic right now. Totally understandable and all, but jeeze. You liked him, he was a total ass and dumped you and now you're hurting. That isn't stupid, and I'll totally beat you up if you keep harping on yourself like that."
"I didn' mean me," he mumbled, too groggy to put up a proper fight. He rubbed a hand across his face, leaving the bottle balanced precariously against his leg. "Iss just..." The hand waved aimlessly, coming dangerously close to hitting Jubilee in the face at one point. "He's not an ass."
"What is he then?" Jubilee asked, leaning her head back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling. It needed painting, in fact the entire apartment could probably use a lick of paint. It was strange the weird areas her brain went to when she recognised herself in others.
Jake frowned, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Dunno," he said after a minute. "Things got weird. They broke his head."
"As in cracked his skull open, or fucked with his mind?" Jubilee asked, making a grabby hand at the bottle he was holding. She'd cut down on her drinking, but that didn't mean she didn't at all.
He let her steal the bottle without comment. "Fucked with his mind. He's...better." Of course, if the thin ghost he'd seen in Jean-Paul's suite tonight was 'better', Jake didn't even want to begin to think of the things that had been done to the speedster. He gave in to gravity and let his head land in Jubilee's lap again.
Jubilee placed the bottle against her lips and took a brief swallow, coughing slightly as the liquid hit the back of her throat and warmed all the way down. She gave the bottle back, wondering how they'd broken the speedster's mind and why it would make him give up on the burgeoning relationship with Jake.
"What are you going to do?" she asked eventually. "Like, other then get totally blitzed with me tonight and all."
Ah, there was the real question--and not just in regards to Jean-Paul, but everything. He wrapped his fingers around the bottle like it was a lifeline. "Dunno." He'd never not known before, not like this--there'd always been Infonet, or his family, or Wanda. He felt utterly adrift, and it was terrifying. "I...juss don' know."
Jubilee breaks into Jake's apartment and finds him in the midst of not coping at all.
Jubilee pulled a slim line flat leather case from her back pocket and pulled out several thieves tools, quickly taking care of the lock on Jake's door. It was true that she could have always knocked, or called or in some other way gained entry to Jake's place but this way was more fun. Besides, just because something was easy didn't make it a bad idea to keep her hand in.
She closed the door softly behind her as she entered the apartment, feet silent as the grave as she padded down the short hallway and into Jake's living room. Jubilee wondered if she should wake Jake up, or just take advantage of his couch and television that was quite a bit larger then the one she owned, and let him work out she was here on his own. It was the sight that met her as she was walking toward the much used couch that made her pause for a moment.
Jake, more then three sheets to the wind laying on said couch in the dark with the television on and tuned to some insipid late night infomercial. Jubilee eyed the tableau for a moment, taking in the mostly empty bottle of whiskey and its accompanying bottle of pain killers and Jake's only semi-conscious state.
"Dude, tell me you weren't mad enough to mix alcohol and painkillers in large quantities. Do you like, totally want to die horribly or something?"
He blinked at her for a moment as if he were trying to decide whether or not she was actually there. "Dint take that much," he mumbled groggily, waving a vague hand towards the prescription bottle. "Only gotta couple. Firss time."
"Any particular reason you're taking pain killers?" Jubilee asked, walking over to where Jake lay half on, and half off the couch. "Scooch over."
"'Sides, can't OD," he went on as if she hadn't said anything, although there was an amusingly terrifying moment where he attempted to push himself up to make room for Jubilee on the couch, forgot that he was down to one arm, and nearly went plummetting to the floor. Instead, he simply ended up smashing face first back onto the couch cushions. "Mmph."
"Idiot," Jubilee noted, but it was with an affectionate tone. She pulled him up by the shoulders and slid onto the couch before dropping him down again. "Dude, avoidance is my specialty, you're totally meant to be more adult then I am. "
"I juss wanned to sleep," he mumbled into her lap. "Not 'llowed t'run away. Rem an--" he swallowed thickly "--Wanna'll hurt me if I do."
Jubilee brushed hair out of his face, and wondered what it was that normal people said in this sort of situation.
"I don't know, they might just send you strongly worded post cards," Jubilee noted, going for flippant after a moment. Who needed normalcy anyway? Way too overrated when you really got down to it. "I could stay, till you got to sleep."
"Wanna broke my nose," he said pathetically. "An' knocked me down. I don' think she'd settle for a posscard." He reached for the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table, missing it by several inches.
"Wow, you must have like, really pissed her off," Jubilee noted unsympathetically and reached for the glass of whiskey. It took several half-hearted swipes before she managed to get it in hand. "So, would giving you this wonderfully aromatic alcohol be considered totally enough of a bribe for you to tell me what the hell is going on?"
He frowned at her--or, rather, ended up frowning at the coffee table; Jubilee was at the wrong angle for him to work up the energy to contort himself to frown in her direction. "Mmmmmaybe," he said without thinking, and then stopped, suddenly dizzy at how casually the word that was starting to become an inside joke with Jean-Paul had just tumbled from his lips. "Gimme my drink," he demanded, reaching for it. As drunk and messed up and groggy as he was, he felt far too sober, mostly because he was at all conscious.
Jubilee easily held the alcohol away from her friend, shaking her head in the negative. "Nu-hu, explanation first, blessed unconsciousness second. I'm a complete like bitch that way, never give anyone your bargainin' chip till they give you the goods."
He growled softly under his breath. "My arm hurts," he tried. "S'what Dr. Grey gave me the painkillers for." And maybe if I say it enough, I'll believe it, he thought--except that judging from Jubilee's reaction, he'd actually said that last part out loud, too.
"Never lie when you're totally toasted, or to someone who like, lies for a living and knows you way too well for it to work on," Jubilee noted with a grin, eyeing the glass of whiskey and wondering if the horrible infomercial on TV would look better if she simply watched it through that. "Come on, dude. You'll feel better after you spill your guts, totally."
"People say that 'bout vomiting, never works," he mumbled. With supreme effort, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, slumping against the couch cushions. "Don' wanna talk 'bout it," he said, rubbing his eyes wearily. "Iss stupid."
"Everything always is," Jubilee noted rather philosophically, continuing to hold the glass out of Jake's reach. "And it totally does feel better after chucking, especially because of that whole not getting alcohol poisoning thing."
"I don' get alcohol poisoning," he retorted, starting to get frustrated. "An' there's nothin' to talk 'bout. Because there's nothin' there in the firss place." He snagged the bottle off of the table and took a long drink. "Juss sex."
"Ahh," Jubilee said, placing the glass back on the table, and then turning to face her friend. "I take it you were gettin' to like this 'nothing there' then?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "An' I thought he was getting to like me." He took another long drink from the bottle, then slid sideways as if he were falling over in slow motion, until he came to rest on Jubilee's shoulder. "Stupid."
Jubilee rested her free arm along his back, settling in slightly as she realised she wouldn't be going anywhere tonight, whether Jake eventually found his way to bed or not. She wasn't able to leave him in an apartment all alone.
"Not so stupid, caring about people," she noted softly, tilting her head sideways to rest against the top of his. "I'm assuming he like, left you right?"
"Stupid," he repeated again, then fell silent long enough for Jubilee to think he'd fallen asleep. "You can't leave somethin' that doesn' exist," he said finally.
Jubilee butted her head against his, not hard enough to hurt but enough so she knew he'd feel it through the haze of alcohol. "Dude, you're being awesomely pathetic right now. Totally understandable and all, but jeeze. You liked him, he was a total ass and dumped you and now you're hurting. That isn't stupid, and I'll totally beat you up if you keep harping on yourself like that."
"I didn' mean me," he mumbled, too groggy to put up a proper fight. He rubbed a hand across his face, leaving the bottle balanced precariously against his leg. "Iss just..." The hand waved aimlessly, coming dangerously close to hitting Jubilee in the face at one point. "He's not an ass."
"What is he then?" Jubilee asked, leaning her head back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling. It needed painting, in fact the entire apartment could probably use a lick of paint. It was strange the weird areas her brain went to when she recognised herself in others.
Jake frowned, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Dunno," he said after a minute. "Things got weird. They broke his head."
"As in cracked his skull open, or fucked with his mind?" Jubilee asked, making a grabby hand at the bottle he was holding. She'd cut down on her drinking, but that didn't mean she didn't at all.
He let her steal the bottle without comment. "Fucked with his mind. He's...better." Of course, if the thin ghost he'd seen in Jean-Paul's suite tonight was 'better', Jake didn't even want to begin to think of the things that had been done to the speedster. He gave in to gravity and let his head land in Jubilee's lap again.
Jubilee placed the bottle against her lips and took a brief swallow, coughing slightly as the liquid hit the back of her throat and warmed all the way down. She gave the bottle back, wondering how they'd broken the speedster's mind and why it would make him give up on the burgeoning relationship with Jake.
"What are you going to do?" she asked eventually. "Like, other then get totally blitzed with me tonight and all."
Ah, there was the real question--and not just in regards to Jean-Paul, but everything. He wrapped his fingers around the bottle like it was a lifeline. "Dunno." He'd never not known before, not like this--there'd always been Infonet, or his family, or Wanda. He felt utterly adrift, and it was terrifying. "I...juss don' know."