001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio

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So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]

Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]

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[gloryisbullshit]

So you're cool with letting strangers walk into danger?

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There ain't any danger. [ Jesse says, opting for pulling his cigarettes, lighter, and own flask out. ] It ain't happened for him yet, so m'doing preventative work.

I ain't giving someone whose name I don't even know ammo against my boyfriend, danger or no.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Well, that doesn't make him too happy. So Party bristles, smiles sharply.] Boyfriend? So he's a little fag, huh?

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[ Huh. Well, that's a thing. Jesse pauses in lighting his cigarette, staring at Party, almost incredulous. ] Excuse me?

whoops i accidentally

[gloryisbullshit]

I said-- [Ahem, excuse, ahemhrrm.] --I didn't know he was cockwhore.

omFG

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[ Wow, so did you want that punch in the face, Party? I think you did. Here, congratulations, one free punch to the eye, and it's got weight and practice behind it. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Seriously, he was just getting out the formal "punch in the face" request card. It's not like it's a surprise, except for that Ghoul Jesse, Jesse's actually got some kinda hit! He doesn't go down, because he's not a pussybitch, but the blow rocks him back. Party is quick though: he rebounds easily with one elbow jabbing at Jesse's gut, the heel of his other palm rushing for his temple to rattle him, knock him against the bar counter.]

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[ Jesse's no stranger to fighting for the sake of fighting, but honestly, he has no idea if it's just because this dick needed someone to punch, or he had a reason behind it. After the day he's had so far, Jesse's not really complaining; the fact that Party rocks back is satisfactory for Jesse, and he relishes the hit in return, even if it knocks the wind out of him.

He's knocked against the counter, sure, but enough fights and you learn how to recover fast. He shoves off from the counter and turns quickly, aims one solid hit with his fist to distract and a kick to the stomach to attempt to knock Party off balance. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Ah, but he dodges, he dodges the swing! The kick catches his hip, but it's conse-fucking-quential. Look, when he's not drunk, he's actually pretty competent at this shit, and he's not drunk at all yet. So good timing! Party laughs loudly and hello this is a knife (surprise knife!) biting serrated underneath Jesse's chin and a knee digging pretty uncomfortably between his legs (surprise castration!). Party Poison leans to bend Jesse back over the bar.] Shh, settle down! Settle down, boy, hush, hush!

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[ Oh. Oh, yeah, that's -- not a good position for Jesse to be in. He goes still instantly, actually -- looks pretty frightened for a second, just a flash. Party's got him stuck, and there is nothing Jesse hates more than being trapped. But then he's furious, because he let himself get caught. Should've been expecting a knife. Fuck.

Jesse doesn't say anything, just gives Party a glare that could curdle milk, breathing a bit hard, wishing he was running on more sleep, on less stress. The fury burns in his chest and his veins - not settled, just still. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

I'm not gonna hurt you. [He snickers, but doesn't ease up. His face is still ringing from that first hit.] Deep breaths, baby J. You wanna hit me again? I'll let you, but you gotta be nice.

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Right. Right, be nice after y'shoved a knife against my neck. [ Jesse bites out, voice sharp, strained. ] Either use the knife or let go of me, motherfucker, quit fucking around.

[gloryisbullshit]

You punched me in the face. [He reasons, clicking his tongue.] Promise, now!

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You called my boyfriend a cockwhore, th'fuck d'you think m'gonna do ?

[gloryisbullshit]

Promise.

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Let. Go.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Alright, alright. His leg eases away first, then he steps back, and then the teeth ghost away from Jesse's neck, but he keeps the weapon at the ready in case Jesse is a dirtyass nasty brat who's gonna take another swing. He has the look, what can we say.] Y'know, I wouldn'ta said you're his type.

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[If Party didn't have the weapon, Jesse would. For now, he puts distance between them, snatching up his things.] Yeah, well, you're not the only one. [Jesse says darkly, shoving his lighter in his pocket.] You get what you wanted, fuckface?

[gloryisbullshit]

Not really. [As Jesse moves, he perches back at his spot by the bar, testing the sensitive spot around his eye.] Welcome to the Cape, by the way.

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Yeah, whatever. Have fun drinking. [ He'll just... leave, then, and not ever accept invitations for drinks ever again. He also mutters fucking asshole faceclones as he leaves, entirely loud enough for Party to hear. It makes him feel better. ]