getting children drunk solves everything
Who: Jack and Dave
When: Friday night
Where: Dave's room and then Jack's room
Summary: The last couple weeks sucked hard. Fuck that, let's get drunk.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, drinking, talking about MURDERS, and possibly brohugs
Jack was really bad at apologies, mainly because it was his policy to never actually apologize for anything ever. Not verbally, at least. He was a man of action. When Jack felt sorry about something, he didn't say it with words, he said it through actions.
In this case, he was going to bribe Dave with alcohol. He had half a bottle of vodka and few beers, that should be enough to make up for a bite to the shoulder, right? Right. Then he wouldn't have to feel bad about it anymore and he'd have an excuse to get drunk. It was a win-win situation.
Kid needed to get out of his room sometime, anyway. Putting his space powers to good use, Jack warped the space around Dave to pull him into 34-D. Fuck whatever he was doing before, they were doing this thing now. The room was finally clean of blood and smelled distinctly of cleaning products. It was actually pretty clean for once, besides the occasional black feather lying around.
He dumped Dave (gently!) on his bed, then re-materialized himself in a flash, holding up a beer. He had the ring switched over to his left for proper arm-use. Cheating at injuries is awesome.
"Time to stop moping around, kid!" In case he doesn't get it yet, Jack also teleports a can onto Dave's lap.
When: Friday night
Where: Dave's room and then Jack's room
Summary: The last couple weeks sucked hard. Fuck that, let's get drunk.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, drinking, talking about MURDERS, and possibly brohugs
Jack was really bad at apologies, mainly because it was his policy to never actually apologize for anything ever. Not verbally, at least. He was a man of action. When Jack felt sorry about something, he didn't say it with words, he said it through actions.
In this case, he was going to bribe Dave with alcohol. He had half a bottle of vodka and few beers, that should be enough to make up for a bite to the shoulder, right? Right. Then he wouldn't have to feel bad about it anymore and he'd have an excuse to get drunk. It was a win-win situation.
Kid needed to get out of his room sometime, anyway. Putting his space powers to good use, Jack warped the space around Dave to pull him into 34-D. Fuck whatever he was doing before, they were doing this thing now. The room was finally clean of blood and smelled distinctly of cleaning products. It was actually pretty clean for once, besides the occasional black feather lying around.
He dumped Dave (gently!) on his bed, then re-materialized himself in a flash, holding up a beer. He had the ring switched over to his left for proper arm-use. Cheating at injuries is awesome.
"Time to stop moping around, kid!" In case he doesn't get it yet, Jack also teleports a can onto Dave's lap.