Jean and Garrison: Shots! (Backdated)
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xp_logsJean and Garrison talk about Jean's rough couple of weeks.
TW: Mentions aftermath of sexual assault.
"So, I hear you've had a couple of weeks." Kane said, setting down the drink she'd ordered, having plucked it from Briar's tray as he refreshed his pint. "Mansion rumours, dick ex-boyfriend back. You want to talk?"
"Word really does get around," Jean said, stirring her drink. She glanced over with a smirk.
"Not sure, do you want to listen?"
"I didn't sit down for Charades, but you might convince me." Kane said as he sat down across from her at the table. "Seriously, you ok?"
Jean strugged, staring down into her glass. "I'm not...great," she admitted, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I had a nightmare...about Olivier. I accidentally pulled Haller in. That's why this whole thing got started. Because I set my apartment on fire and Haller let me sleep on his couch for the night. He got some edibles from Quentin but they were way too much so I slept for half a day." She let out a breath.
"No new nightmares lately but...sometimes I'm scared to sleep."
"Geez... Doc, I'm so sorry. I mean, I knew some of it but not... well, that, eh?" Kane said, "Look, what we went through-" He paused. Nothing he had to say wasn't inane. "I'm just sorry. But, I was impressed. You fought so hard and so did everyone and they all think they didn't. I'm worried they convinced themselves in some way they deserved it."
"What do you mean?" Jean said. She took a long drink. If they were going to have an introspective conversation she probably needed to be a bit drunker.
"Kyle is having issues figuring who he is, I'm heard that Gabe is pretty stand-offish, and you, well... I don't know." Kane said, taking a long drink from his pint. "You do a lot Jean, and yet, I don't see any of it making you... is happy the right term? Fulfilled?"
Jean rested her chin in her hand. "How do you know I'm not happy? Should I be....cheering after every Medlab shift? Do you consider yourself completely unscathed? I didn't hear you mention yourself."
"OK, I'm not trying to pry if you don't want to talk." Kane said, quickly retreating from the inquiry. "How about I buy you a couple of shots as an apology and slink off to another table?"
Sighing, Jean rubbed her forehead. "No...sorry. Stay. I'm just...not feeling like advice right now. Everyone keeps telling me what I need. I just want to vent. I want a distraction. I want...well a shot sounds pretty nice."
"See, self-medicating. That I can respect." Kane waved over Briar, ignored her sour look, and ordered quietly. After a couple of minutes, four shots hit the table. His were full of amber liquid. Her's were carefully separated bands of brightly coloured liquor. "I recall you like the sweet stuff."
Jean eyed the shots curiously. "I do but...these look like they should be behind safety glass in the science lab," she said with a hint of a smile.
"The one on the right gives you the powers of a radioactive spider. The left turns you into a very clean cut supersoldier. Mine are Crown Royale, which will simply make you obsess over the Tragically Hip to a rather unhealthy degree."
"Radioactive firebird spider does not sound like something anyone wants to see, but it has me curious," Jean said. She shrugged, then polished off them both, visibly wincing.
"Ahh..tastes like America."
"Shallow, sweet, utterly monetized, and all about consumption? I like it." He raised his shots to her in a mock toast and knocked both back, before grinning at her. "So, how about a question not about how you're doing? Like... I don't know. What would you order for your last meal? If you knew or whatever. I'm not thinking you're a future death row candidate."
Jean laughed. "With this job, who knows? Might happen," she said glibly, resting her chin in her hand.
"I dunno...maybe a really good grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup. With a piece of red velvet cake and a cup of milk." She nodded.
"How about you?"
"My mom's meatloaf sandwich. She used these chunky onions that were over cooked. But when it was cold, she'd slice it thin and put mustard between each slice in toasted bread." Kane closed his eyes and shivered a bit. "Yeah..."
Jean nodded. "Comfort food, always a good thing." She then shook her head.
"I'll take another one of those super soldier drinks, thanks. Made me feel extra patriotic."
TW: Mentions aftermath of sexual assault.
"So, I hear you've had a couple of weeks." Kane said, setting down the drink she'd ordered, having plucked it from Briar's tray as he refreshed his pint. "Mansion rumours, dick ex-boyfriend back. You want to talk?"
"Word really does get around," Jean said, stirring her drink. She glanced over with a smirk.
"Not sure, do you want to listen?"
"I didn't sit down for Charades, but you might convince me." Kane said as he sat down across from her at the table. "Seriously, you ok?"
Jean strugged, staring down into her glass. "I'm not...great," she admitted, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I had a nightmare...about Olivier. I accidentally pulled Haller in. That's why this whole thing got started. Because I set my apartment on fire and Haller let me sleep on his couch for the night. He got some edibles from Quentin but they were way too much so I slept for half a day." She let out a breath.
"No new nightmares lately but...sometimes I'm scared to sleep."
"Geez... Doc, I'm so sorry. I mean, I knew some of it but not... well, that, eh?" Kane said, "Look, what we went through-" He paused. Nothing he had to say wasn't inane. "I'm just sorry. But, I was impressed. You fought so hard and so did everyone and they all think they didn't. I'm worried they convinced themselves in some way they deserved it."
"What do you mean?" Jean said. She took a long drink. If they were going to have an introspective conversation she probably needed to be a bit drunker.
"Kyle is having issues figuring who he is, I'm heard that Gabe is pretty stand-offish, and you, well... I don't know." Kane said, taking a long drink from his pint. "You do a lot Jean, and yet, I don't see any of it making you... is happy the right term? Fulfilled?"
Jean rested her chin in her hand. "How do you know I'm not happy? Should I be....cheering after every Medlab shift? Do you consider yourself completely unscathed? I didn't hear you mention yourself."
"OK, I'm not trying to pry if you don't want to talk." Kane said, quickly retreating from the inquiry. "How about I buy you a couple of shots as an apology and slink off to another table?"
Sighing, Jean rubbed her forehead. "No...sorry. Stay. I'm just...not feeling like advice right now. Everyone keeps telling me what I need. I just want to vent. I want a distraction. I want...well a shot sounds pretty nice."
"See, self-medicating. That I can respect." Kane waved over Briar, ignored her sour look, and ordered quietly. After a couple of minutes, four shots hit the table. His were full of amber liquid. Her's were carefully separated bands of brightly coloured liquor. "I recall you like the sweet stuff."
Jean eyed the shots curiously. "I do but...these look like they should be behind safety glass in the science lab," she said with a hint of a smile.
"The one on the right gives you the powers of a radioactive spider. The left turns you into a very clean cut supersoldier. Mine are Crown Royale, which will simply make you obsess over the Tragically Hip to a rather unhealthy degree."
"Radioactive firebird spider does not sound like something anyone wants to see, but it has me curious," Jean said. She shrugged, then polished off them both, visibly wincing.
"Ahh..tastes like America."
"Shallow, sweet, utterly monetized, and all about consumption? I like it." He raised his shots to her in a mock toast and knocked both back, before grinning at her. "So, how about a question not about how you're doing? Like... I don't know. What would you order for your last meal? If you knew or whatever. I'm not thinking you're a future death row candidate."
Jean laughed. "With this job, who knows? Might happen," she said glibly, resting her chin in her hand.
"I dunno...maybe a really good grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup. With a piece of red velvet cake and a cup of milk." She nodded.
"How about you?"
"My mom's meatloaf sandwich. She used these chunky onions that were over cooked. But when it was cold, she'd slice it thin and put mustard between each slice in toasted bread." Kane closed his eyes and shivered a bit. "Yeah..."
Jean nodded. "Comfort food, always a good thing." She then shook her head.
"I'll take another one of those super soldier drinks, thanks. Made me feel extra patriotic."
