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[blueshit]

"You know what to do. Leave it at the tone, bitch."

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MST69; june event

[dadyl]

[ A part of him knew exactly what type of 'movies' they would be showing even before going, but Daryl has never been good at leaving things to lie uninvestigated. He had to make sure that nothing strange was happening, that it wasn't some trap that others were falling into unknowingly, and it's during a lull between films when he arrives. That's the only thing that gets him in the door and it's while he's looking around that he notices Jesse sitting right up front, popcorn and all. Grinning and having a great time, because of course he is.

He shouldn't be surprised about that, either. It almost makes him smile and he's just drifting closer to say a covert 'hello' when the movie comes on - and wastes absolutely no time getting started, weird mermaid fetish and all. Even with everything that's happened to him here, Daryl looks away and rolls his eyes. ]

Jesus Christ.

[ His voice is unmistakable, even disgusted, and his sudden outburst is all that passes for that 'hello' because after the shot of the mermaid's tail beating the surf as she gives the guy head, he can't make any eye contact with Jesse at all. Not with that mermaid moaning and choking as a backdrop. ]

Nah. That's it, I'm out.

[ And without hesitation, Daryl turns to go. ]

[blueshit]

[ Yeah, the porn is awful, and unnecessarily explicit, but Jesse's having such a good time anyway he just flashes Daryl a thrilled grin when he appears at his side. This is stupid as fuck, but it's also fun as fuck. Apparently Daryl doesn't agree, though. Jesse sits up, smile vanishing, nearly upsetting his popcorn when Daryl turns to walk away. Again, just like he almost had in the bathhouse, just like Jesse was afraid he was going to do at the party. ]

Yo, man, hang on!

[ He shoots an arm out instinctively, grabbing hold of Daryl's shirt, giving him an almost pleading look. ]

C'mon, this shit is hilarous. You gotta give it a chance.

[dadyl]

[ Daryl stops when Jesse grabs his shirt but the look he gives him is more shocked than angry. People don't just grab him like that. Or, he should say, people that aren't Rick don't just grab him like that, and to be fair, Rick always had a reason (and usually that reason was Daryl punching or trying to punch someone to death). His jaw sets hard and he looks between Jesse and the screen, the fingers of one of his hands fidgeting awkwardly. ]

Don't look hilarious to me.

[ He doesn't want to say what it does look like to him but just as he's stumbling around for what to say or do next, he catches that look on Jesse's face. He's seen it before and it keeps him rooted to the spot, even as he refuses to look back at the porno. He can't shut out the moaning, wet sounds of it and those are bad enough.

Besides, he doesn't want Jesse to see him watching it. That would be too weird, he thinks. He doesn't know why. ]

You're eatin' and watchin' that?

[blueshit]

[ Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Jesse hadn't even hesitated before he'd reached out to grab Daryl, totally unaware that he was taking his life in his hands. Daryl looks uncomfortable but doesn't jerk away, and so Jesse keeps a hand tangled in his shirt, still looking up at him and silently begging him to relax and sit down next to him. ]

Uh, the freakin' Little Mermaid's givin' a dude a BJ. You don't think that's funny?

[ He gives Daryl a break from his best puppy dog eyes long enough to glance down at his popcorn in confusion, then looks back up and shrugs, his expression the picture of innocence. ]

What? This is like, the first food they got right. It tastes just like the movie theatre stuff.

text; here comes the stupid

[zipit_thanos]

hey twinkman - question for you
do you think we should incorporate a buddy system?
hear me out
I mean chances are really high that we're gonna get dosed, right
why not make sure you're with someone you don't mind bumping fuzzies with?
let's face it, getting caught furiously jerking off is just sad
anyway
thots?

[blueshit]

uh

i guess that makes sense

[ It's anyone's guess how much it'll come across over text, but Jesse's a little distracted. First Mr. White, of all people, had shown up, and now he's got a fucking punishment, on top of it. So. He's just got a lot going on right now. On top of the everything that was already going on. ]

yo

whats a twink anyway

tell me im not gonna regret asking you man

[zipit_thanos]

General consensus is a twink is a young, attractive man with a slender build. Or as I like to call them: the load-bearing boss propping up most of the gay porn industry.

Anyway, can we be buddies? I mean in the buddy system.

[blueshit]

[ Okay. That's not as bad as it could have been, although the reference to the gay porn industry has him groaning, dragging his hands over his face. It's one thing to admit he likes doing that stuff in the (literal) heat of the moment, but it's another to see it just typed out like that. ]

so whats being buddies mean anyway

like is this a speed dial for booty calls kinda thing or what

text; un: clownprincess

[ridetheharley]

[ ooc: This is a middle of the night text. it takes place after his stint in solitary, but can be either during or after his community service requirement. whatever works best for you is fine. ]

hey

[blueshit]

[ Jesse's a couple days into his community service, getting some well-deserved rest. Mostly, it's been boring as hell. He knows he should be grateful that being bored is the worst he's had to endure, and he is, but still. He'll be glad when this is all over.

He's sleeping lightly, and the buzz from his phone is enough to riuse him. He smiles reflexively at seeing Harley's username pop up. ]

hey :)

[ Then he notices just how late it is, and his smile fades. He's already pushing himself up, ready to run to her side if needed. ]

everything ok?

[ridetheharley]

shit i woke u up didn't i

i woke up and couldn't go back to bed but i'm okay. thought i'd check in and make sure everything's good by you

[ You know. Because of the sentence and all. Harley's fine. She totally didn't have a nightmare and definitely isn't beating around the bush about revealing that because she's afraid of sounding super lame. ]

[blueshit]

nah, its ok

[ By which he means yes, but he doesn't mind at all. He's just glad she's not texting him in some kind of panic, that nothing terrible had happened. Unexpectedly hearing from Harley in the middle of the night is...kinda nice, actually. ]

yeah im good. nothings happened so far with the whole punishment thing

[ Aka his community service, which he'd rather not talk about further if he doesn't have to. He's just glad it'll be over soon. ]

how bout you? whats been going on?

voice; un: w.w.

[the1whoknocks]

Jesse.

[ Yes, that's all. Why would Walter ever forewarn what a conversation is going to be about so Jesse can choose whether or not to engage? ]

text | un: capncook

[blueshit]

[ Yeah, some kind of heads-up on the subject matter would've been nice. But Jesse isn't just going to ignore him, either. Especially since he'd actually been semi-decent to him the last time they'd talked.

But he's also gonna text back because he's not eighty years old. Like some people. ]

yo whats up mr w

[the1whoknocks]

[ Walter just narrows his eyes for a moment because--capncook? Seriously? He's going to put a pin in that for later, though, as much as he would like to immediately make a comment on Jesse's username of choice. ]

Medical. I saw them the other day. They have to speak to higher-ups, apparently, to get more information and approval to use less traditional treatment methods. But in the meantime, I've been put back on my regular medication and treatment regimen. Buys me time, at the least.

[blueshit]

[ Jesse sits up, suddenly interested. Yeah, this warrants actually picking up the phone and answering him properly. ]

Yo, seriously? That's awesome, Mr. White.

I mean, not that you have to wait. But I bet it'll get approved in no time. And hey, the free healthcare's pretty sweet, right?

[ If only getting treatment for cancer had been that cheap and easy back home...think how different things would be. ]

Text; un: f.s.

[fortitudosalutis]

[ This feels — unhappily — more than a little like prostitution. But he needs credits and Jesse’s one of the few people Carver actually talks to around here.

So. ]

I need credits. What do you want knocked off your sentence.

[ Smooth. So very smooth. ]

text | un: capncook

[blueshit]

[ At least Carver's little tantrum over Jesse using his name on the network means that now Jesse knows who "f.s." is. Which only makes the request that much more surprising. But he takes it in stride. ]

yo man

im not really doin that anymore

[ Trying to finish his sentence, he means. Why should he, when life is so much better here? ]

what dyou need credits for?

[ He's just curious. Carver doesn't strike him as the kind of guy who needs a lot of stuff. ]

[fortitudosalutis]

Why

[ Part of him is genuinely curious. ]

Doesn't matter. I do.

action--in the kitchen as the party's winding down

[ridetheharley]

[ Harley has an armful of bottles and cans that she's gathered from throughout the house and she goes into the kitchen, where Jesse's clearing off some leftovers from the snack plates (or whatever he's doing). She bends over to put the cans and bottles in their separate containers and then claps her hands together, letting out a sigh. ]

Should be only one more round for that. I think I got most of 'em this time.

[ She puts a thumb over her shoulder, gesturing to the garbage bags behind her, and the bottles and cans within each. ]

I think it went well, right? I had fun.

[ Harley comes up behind Jesse, winding her arms around his middle and maybe distracting him a little from what he's up to as one of her hands slides up his chest. Look, she just can't help herself sometimes. Don't blame her. Maybe stop looking like that all the damn time, Pinkman. She curls around him to press her lips to his neck, briefly. ]

I mentioned it to Carver. Didn't say there was an afterparty or anything but just that some of us might be cleaning up after-hours...he's always alone on the roof and stuff. Thought he might like to come down and hang out inside for once when it's not too loud for him. 'Specially since it's starting to get cold out.

[ Harley shrugs up her shoulders as she steps to the side of him, but still sticking close. She has no clue as to the beef between Daryl and Carver, so this might be the time to inform her. She isn't trying to start anything; just trying to make one of her friends feel a little more comfortable. At least she considers Carver a friend. Given his reaction to her this time around, she didn't feel like she was such a stranger, but, maybe a friend is a little excessive. He's hard to read. ]

[blueshit]

[ Jesse's mostly just dumping half-full paper plates into trash cans - scrubbing a bunch of dishes clean isn't his idea of a fun afterparty, so disposable it is. But he's also set aside some of the fuller bags of chips and stuff, and any liquor bottles that aren't completely empty. Just because food is a guaranteed thing here doesn't mean his days of being a young 20-something just scraping by have been completely forgotten. And he'd be an idiot to waste good booze.

He grins, pausing to lean back a little against Harley as she scoots in behind him and slides a hand up his chest. ]

Definitely went well.

[ Everyone he'd talked to had seemed to be having a good time. Jesse knows he had. And the hour he'd spent upstairs with Harley? That had been a highlight. He raises a hand to press over hers on his chest, smiling to himself, but when she tells him she'd mentioned the "clean-up" party to Carver, the smile slips off his face. ]

Carver?

[ He likes Carver too, and he totally sympathizes with Harley's intentions - he doesn't like seeing Carver alone all the time either, and under normal circumstances he'd be thrilled to hang with him in a smaller group and maybe draw him out of his shell a little. But he knows he and Daryl have some sort of beef going on, even if he doesn't know all the details (or any of them). He doesn't pull away, but his posture maybe tenses a little bit in the circle of Harley's arms. ]

Did he say yes?

[ridetheharley]

[ Even though Harley can't really see Jesse's expression, there's a change in his tone of voice and she notes a sudden tension in his body language. Huh. She doesn't move away from him, but goes to the side of him, leaning back against the counter some so she can get a better read on him. ]

He never answered, but I know he's definitely not the social type so I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't show.

[ There's a pause as Harley searches Jesse's face, wondering what's up with the sudden change of tone, feeling a difference in the air around them. ]

Is...there some bad blood between you two or something?

[ The last thing she was trying to do was start drama by extending an invitation, and if that's what it would cause then she needs to know so she can avoid a repeat in the future. ]

What's up? Talk to me.

text; un: clownprincess (backdated to feb 7th)

[ridetheharley]

did you get that random birthday party invite? i think it was sent to everyone. wanna go?

[blueshit]

fuck yeah you know i do

you think im gonna pass up a party? no fuckin way.

[ridetheharley]

i knew i could count on you!!

am i meeting you there or you wanna come over for a little pre-gaming first?