[ Oh, he had stories; he had plenty of stories stuck in his head that he couldn't quite shake. Wanna hear about the time he almost died in the desert, Finch? Wanna hear about the time he fell through a porta potty roof, what a slit throat looks like up close? Jesse had stories up the wazoo and when his hand kneads tightly into the back of his neck, he looks distressed for a moment. ]
[ He distinctly remembered a time when he had things to talk about that didn't have to do with his goddamn job. ]
There was, uh- [ The panic kind of bleeds away after that brief moment of its being there, and Jesse actually cracks half a smile. ] Back home, I work at a laundry, y'know? One'a those big places, industrial, like. Sucks major, major dick, but a job's a job, I ain't got anything else. Gotta make the green.
[ He sniffs, rubs a hand under his nose. ] So I got this co-worker, right? Sorta, he's kinda- he acts like he's the boss, but he ain't no boss, man, he's just a partner'a mine. Whatever.He's like this real smart dude normally, real genius type'a guy - I got no clue what he's doin' in a job like this sometimes, he just- [ His eyes narrow for a minute, thumb swiping one last time against the side of his nose. ] Never used to think he fit- there. Right, he could be doin' all this shit and he's stuck at a goddamn industrial laundry, can ya imagine?
Whatever, so- [ There's a bit of a throaty chuckle. ] I get to work one day, and he's just suddenly, like- like pants on head retarded, get this. He's got the doors locked down, he's got this crazy, like, bow staff he made outta packing tape, dude was practically wearin' a tin foil hat and hidin' under the tables. Yakkin' on and on about this contamination, Jesse, the place is contaminated. And it's like a fuckin' laundry, how ya gonna contaminate a laundry anyway?
So- [ Another small laugh. ] Here I am thinkin' I'm gonna die. I'm, like, there's somethin' poisonous in the air, there's a goddamn spider swarm gonna crawl out any second and eat me alive, there's somethin' goin' on there, right? He's all, nah, nah, nothin' toxic, wasn't like a chemical thing, there ain't no ebola breakout ready ta wreak havoc on my liver or some shit.
[ His palms splay, his face dead serious for a moment as he looks up at Finch, fixes him with the most deadpan of looks. ] I shit you not, there was a friggin' fly in the place. Alright? A fly. He's, like, shittin' his pants and whining like'a baby over a god. Damn. Fly, in the place, messin' shit up. He shuts down all the, you know, production and crap because- [ He smiles again, shakes his head. ] Because there's a fly buzzin' its weak-ass fly self around.
Seriously. The whole day. Nothin' gettin' done. We gotta string up all these fly traps, those sticky paper things all 'round the place, there ain't nothin' happening. The guy's barely even slept because of this one little bug and we're wastin' time, the real boss is gonna get all mad and- [ Get his boxcutter out, probably. Jesse swallows, his smile dips for the smallest of seconds before he's back into the story. ] You know. Co-worker's, like, throwin' shoes at the ceiling, breakin' lamps. Guy went absolutely nuts.
WOW SO THIS IS A TAG THAT HAPPENED
[ Oh, he had stories; he had plenty of stories stuck in his head that he couldn't quite shake. Wanna hear about the time he almost died in the desert, Finch? Wanna hear about the time he fell through a porta potty roof, what a slit throat looks like up close? Jesse had stories up the wazoo and when his hand kneads tightly into the back of his neck, he looks distressed for a moment. ]
[ He distinctly remembered a time when he had things to talk about that didn't have to do with his goddamn job. ]
There was, uh- [ The panic kind of bleeds away after that brief moment of its being there, and Jesse actually cracks half a smile. ] Back home, I work at a laundry, y'know? One'a those big places, industrial, like. Sucks major, major dick, but a job's a job, I ain't got anything else. Gotta make the green.
[ He sniffs, rubs a hand under his nose. ] So I got this co-worker, right? Sorta, he's kinda- he acts like he's the boss, but he ain't no boss, man, he's just a partner'a mine. Whatever.He's like this real smart dude normally, real genius type'a guy - I got no clue what he's doin' in a job like this sometimes, he just- [ His eyes narrow for a minute, thumb swiping one last time against the side of his nose. ] Never used to think he fit- there. Right, he could be doin' all this shit and he's stuck at a goddamn industrial laundry, can ya imagine?
Whatever, so- [ There's a bit of a throaty chuckle. ] I get to work one day, and he's just suddenly, like- like pants on head retarded, get this. He's got the doors locked down, he's got this crazy, like, bow staff he made outta packing tape, dude was practically wearin' a tin foil hat and hidin' under the tables. Yakkin' on and on about this contamination, Jesse, the place is contaminated. And it's like a fuckin' laundry, how ya gonna contaminate a laundry anyway?
So- [ Another small laugh. ] Here I am thinkin' I'm gonna die. I'm, like, there's somethin' poisonous in the air, there's a goddamn spider swarm gonna crawl out any second and eat me alive, there's somethin' goin' on there, right? He's all, nah, nah, nothin' toxic, wasn't like a chemical thing, there ain't no ebola breakout ready ta wreak havoc on my liver or some shit.
[ His palms splay, his face dead serious for a moment as he looks up at Finch, fixes him with the most deadpan of looks. ] I shit you not, there was a friggin' fly in the place. Alright? A fly. He's, like, shittin' his pants and whining like'a baby over a god. Damn. Fly, in the place, messin' shit up. He shuts down all the, you know, production and crap because- [ He smiles again, shakes his head. ] Because there's a fly buzzin' its weak-ass fly self around.
Seriously. The whole day. Nothin' gettin' done. We gotta string up all these fly traps, those sticky paper things all 'round the place, there ain't nothin' happening. The guy's barely even slept because of this one little bug and we're wastin' time, the real boss is gonna get all mad and- [ Get his boxcutter out, probably. Jesse swallows, his smile dips for the smallest of seconds before he's back into the story. ] You know. Co-worker's, like, throwin' shoes at the ceiling, breakin' lamps. Guy went absolutely nuts.