Log: Jubilee and Garrison
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xp_logsJubilee decides to check up on Garrison before she has to head back to China.
“Just the usual, Harry.” Jubilee slid smoothly into the seat beside Garrison and bumped him with her shoulder in a friendly gesture. “You need a top up, my dude? My round, of course.”
"Hey, if you want to pull your top up, who am I to say no? I am known for being very pro-boob around here." Kane said as another beer slid in front of him. These days, Kane didn't order. He just let them know when he was done.
“Gar, you wanna see my boobs, you gotta do some work first, I’m like, a lady.” Jubilee grinned at him and accepted the beer from Harry. “Buy me a drink at least.”
"Remember the last time we had sex? You know, a god beat me to death and then my brain blew up?" He said archly, taking a long pull from his glass. "I need at least a couple more to tamp down the PTSD before I start hitting on you."
“You say the nicest things to me. I’m like, all a flutter with feelings in my pants.” Jubilee took a drink, saluting him with her beer at the sledge. “I heard about Adri, dude. That’s some heavy fucking news.
"Yeah, not exactly a fun way to end a relationship. You know, the whole 'I'm in a coma and will scream at you if you try to wait for me'. Not really Hallmark material."
“She’s always been pretty practical.” Jubilee nudged his shoulder again with her own, this time in comfort. “Still, it’s a shit show, no mistake. You heard about Kurt and me?”
"I doubt there are people in the County that haven't heard about Kurt and you, Lee. Speaking of shit shows. Sefton stalking around the mansion asking how difficult it was to behead someone with your bare hands was a sign."
“Yeeeeah.” Jubilee drew out the word before taking another pull of her beer. “We buried the hatchet on that one. Now? Just gotta find a way to convince Kurt he’s not kryptonite to women. Like, I wasn’t tryin’ ta break the poor guy. Just wanted him to give me up easy.”
"I think you're the last person that should be trying to convince Kurt of anything. No offense, but advice from the ex is normally not what you need following a bad breakup on how to get back on your feet. Just give him space and trust his friends to help him."
“I’m pretty sure ‘spy’ is just English for ‘nosey fucker with control issues’ but I think I can manage to leave him alone.” Jubilee sighed and rubbed a hand across her face. “I’m headed back to China again next week anyhow. So he’s not gonna be seein’ me everywhere like right now.”
"Probably for the best. Kurt will be fine, Lee. Just give him time and space. He'll work things out." Having been there before, it was the best advice he could offer.
“And you, Gar?” Jubilee turned, giving him a corncerned look. “Will you be fine too?”
"Oh, fuck no. I'm stitching shit together day by day right now. I'll figure it out, but it won't be any time soon."
“So, as an ‘about to be in another country’ friend, how can I help?” Jubilee finished her beer and gestured for Harry to hand her another. “I care, yeah? Even if I’m shit at showing it most of the time.”
"Nope. Despite all the well wishers, unless you have some kind of insight into Adri's condition, there really isn't anything you can do. Don't get me wrong, drinks and sex are nice distractions, but they don't fix anything. And I won't be better until I can fix the halfway in and out position I'm in emotionally."
“Despite the sheer awesome I exude at all times, medical miracles are not a specialty of mine.” Jubilee accepted her second drink from Harry and sent him a thank you salute. “Moira hasn’t had any luck at all?”
"Not a damn thing."
"Well, fuck." There really wasn't anything else Jubilee could offer, certainly nothing she could say or do would bring Adri back, or make the current nightmare Garrison was living any better. "Want to come to China and pretend to be my driver?"
"Last time I was in China, I was pulling my dad out of some shit. Oh, and fought a dragon made out of fifty villagers. I don't know if it's that relaxing." He drained his drink and motioned for another. "You ever wonder why we do it, Lee?"
“Christ, Gar. Last time I tried to answer that I was drunk off my ass on Polish vodka and it was like, 20 below outside.” Jubilee gestured for Harry to come closer. “Get me the strongest rotgut you have. Look, you want my honest to God answer here, or like, the one I tell the kids? Or you want me to go through the spectrum with you cause I’ve got like, at least a dozen answers dependant on who I’m talkin’ to and how drunk I am at the time. ”
"Fair. Want to get drunk and just fuck out in the woods on the way back to the mansion?"
“Now you’re speakin’ my language.” Jubilee grinned as a large bottle of indiscriminate age was placed down in front of them. She poured them each a measure before raising her glass to Garrison. “za vas!”
“Just the usual, Harry.” Jubilee slid smoothly into the seat beside Garrison and bumped him with her shoulder in a friendly gesture. “You need a top up, my dude? My round, of course.”
"Hey, if you want to pull your top up, who am I to say no? I am known for being very pro-boob around here." Kane said as another beer slid in front of him. These days, Kane didn't order. He just let them know when he was done.
“Gar, you wanna see my boobs, you gotta do some work first, I’m like, a lady.” Jubilee grinned at him and accepted the beer from Harry. “Buy me a drink at least.”
"Remember the last time we had sex? You know, a god beat me to death and then my brain blew up?" He said archly, taking a long pull from his glass. "I need at least a couple more to tamp down the PTSD before I start hitting on you."
“You say the nicest things to me. I’m like, all a flutter with feelings in my pants.” Jubilee took a drink, saluting him with her beer at the sledge. “I heard about Adri, dude. That’s some heavy fucking news.
"Yeah, not exactly a fun way to end a relationship. You know, the whole 'I'm in a coma and will scream at you if you try to wait for me'. Not really Hallmark material."
“She’s always been pretty practical.” Jubilee nudged his shoulder again with her own, this time in comfort. “Still, it’s a shit show, no mistake. You heard about Kurt and me?”
"I doubt there are people in the County that haven't heard about Kurt and you, Lee. Speaking of shit shows. Sefton stalking around the mansion asking how difficult it was to behead someone with your bare hands was a sign."
“Yeeeeah.” Jubilee drew out the word before taking another pull of her beer. “We buried the hatchet on that one. Now? Just gotta find a way to convince Kurt he’s not kryptonite to women. Like, I wasn’t tryin’ ta break the poor guy. Just wanted him to give me up easy.”
"I think you're the last person that should be trying to convince Kurt of anything. No offense, but advice from the ex is normally not what you need following a bad breakup on how to get back on your feet. Just give him space and trust his friends to help him."
“I’m pretty sure ‘spy’ is just English for ‘nosey fucker with control issues’ but I think I can manage to leave him alone.” Jubilee sighed and rubbed a hand across her face. “I’m headed back to China again next week anyhow. So he’s not gonna be seein’ me everywhere like right now.”
"Probably for the best. Kurt will be fine, Lee. Just give him time and space. He'll work things out." Having been there before, it was the best advice he could offer.
“And you, Gar?” Jubilee turned, giving him a corncerned look. “Will you be fine too?”
"Oh, fuck no. I'm stitching shit together day by day right now. I'll figure it out, but it won't be any time soon."
“So, as an ‘about to be in another country’ friend, how can I help?” Jubilee finished her beer and gestured for Harry to hand her another. “I care, yeah? Even if I’m shit at showing it most of the time.”
"Nope. Despite all the well wishers, unless you have some kind of insight into Adri's condition, there really isn't anything you can do. Don't get me wrong, drinks and sex are nice distractions, but they don't fix anything. And I won't be better until I can fix the halfway in and out position I'm in emotionally."
“Despite the sheer awesome I exude at all times, medical miracles are not a specialty of mine.” Jubilee accepted her second drink from Harry and sent him a thank you salute. “Moira hasn’t had any luck at all?”
"Not a damn thing."
"Well, fuck." There really wasn't anything else Jubilee could offer, certainly nothing she could say or do would bring Adri back, or make the current nightmare Garrison was living any better. "Want to come to China and pretend to be my driver?"
"Last time I was in China, I was pulling my dad out of some shit. Oh, and fought a dragon made out of fifty villagers. I don't know if it's that relaxing." He drained his drink and motioned for another. "You ever wonder why we do it, Lee?"
“Christ, Gar. Last time I tried to answer that I was drunk off my ass on Polish vodka and it was like, 20 below outside.” Jubilee gestured for Harry to come closer. “Get me the strongest rotgut you have. Look, you want my honest to God answer here, or like, the one I tell the kids? Or you want me to go through the spectrum with you cause I’ve got like, at least a dozen answers dependant on who I’m talkin’ to and how drunk I am at the time. ”
"Fair. Want to get drunk and just fuck out in the woods on the way back to the mansion?"
“Now you’re speakin’ my language.” Jubilee grinned as a large bottle of indiscriminate age was placed down in front of them. She poured them each a measure before raising her glass to Garrison. “za vas!”
