Ninety-fifth Mission [Closed Commentlog]

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[Jak wakes groggily, still sprawled on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.  His arm's numb from being draped over his face all night and his stomach's doing cartwheels, not to mention the fact that the room is still spinning and there's a hellcat backfiring in his head

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[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix's head hurts. Aching and pounding, and something is digging into his forehead right above his eyebrows. It takes him several extremely unpleasant minutes before he finally fumbles his hand to his head and discovers he's still got his goggles on.

Oh.

With a miserable groan, he tugs them off, then lets them drop to the ground before turning and burying his face in the couch.

...why is he on the couch?

He makes a feeble attempt to drag up anything from the night before, but it only makes the headache worse. He quickly gives it up as a very bad cause.]

Nnngh...

[does_everything]

[No. No he didn't have a good reason. And Daxter is already awake and sitting atop the dresser, going through Jak's comm entries and casually invading his privacy.

Motion out of the corner of his eye alerts Daxter to Jak slowly coming to, and he places a fist against his hip.]

Well well, g'morning sunshine.

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[A half-hearted wave somewhere between "good morning" and "please for the love of god stop talking to me" and a grunt is his only greeting.

Jak levers himself up and winces, then limps stiffly over to the bottles of water thoughtfully left on the dresser by the Stewardess. He rips the top off one and downs about half of it, then stops. And stares.

Phoenix is on his couch.]

The hell are you doing in my room?

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[Phoenix grimaces as the voices reach his ears and seem to reverberate inside his skull, but he manages to crack a bleary eye open. Jak and Daxter. Why is he hearing those two, of all people, at this time in the morning?

It takes him a moment to even register what Jak just said.

What?]

This isn't...

[His voice rasps and there's a terrible taste in his mouth, but his eyes are wandering and he trails off. Jak's right. This isn't his room.

With another groan, he rolls onto his side. It is much too early for this.]

If it's your room, you'd know better than I. Ask me again in five hours.

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He followed ya here, Jak. Was puttin' the moves on you and everything. [It was just a wayward comment Daxter tossed out in a burst of residual indignation.

But then the idea took root. Oh yes.

Yes, he could spin this in his favor.]

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WHAT?!

[If Jak's voice could go any higher, he'd still be prepubescent. He grimaces.

Phoenix did? Really?]

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[Phoenix flinches with an expression of almost literal pain, then cracks his other eye open to glare at Jak.]

Do you mind?

[His headache is bad enough without Jak adding to it with his yelling.

Then what Daxter said sinks in and Phoenix shoves himself upright so that he can stare at the ottsel with incredulous disbelief.]

What did you just say?

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I said you were gettin' handsy, pirate captain sir.

[Thank the Precursors that Jak is so gullible. That'll make this even funnier; and maybe he'll think twice about heading out to have drinks with Rico Suave over here without bringing Daxter along.]

[shadesofeco]

[The look on Jak's face could be described as something between horror and disbelief.

Maybe, maybe he could be persuaded to tolerate Phoenix as an acquaintance. Possibly even a friend, in time. But he is so far from interested in the pirate in any way close to "that way", and the idea of being groped while he was drunk is pretty much awful.

Why yes, he is gullible.]

Oh my god ...

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[Phoenix opens his mouth to protest - but the problem is that Daxter's claims aren't outside the realm of possibility. Granted, he's not particularly interested in Jak in that way, either.

But it's quickly connecting in his mind that he had been thoroughly drunk, and he has admitted to finding Jak marginally attractive, though he doesn't think he's said as much to Jak's face. It's theoretically possible, though.

But it's Daxter making these claims. Phoenix flushes and levels an angry finger at the ottsel, trying to mask the fact that his silence lasted a little too long.]

Do you actually expect either one of us to believe that? You know damn well what issues I have on certain matters, which I would think would deter me from any such ideas!

[does_everything]

Yeaahhhh...didn't seem t'be stoppin' you last night, Casanova.

I mean, I've seen some affectionate people, but seriously. When a guy says "crash on my couch," that doesn't mean "grab my ass," y'know?

Really. Really. Have some decency.

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[Phoenix you HESITATED.

Don't think Jak didn't see that! He groans and covers his face, leaning back against the dresser. What the hell. What the hell.

Never. Drinking. Again.]

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[Phoenix presses his hand to his temple, trying to relieve the pounding. His glare at Daxter never wavers, though, daring him to contradict his next statement.]

I have absolutely no such interest in Jak. I would just as soon bed you.

[That was actually the slightest of lies, because Jak stood a better chance if for no other reason than the fact that he wasn't a two foot tall ottsel. Jak was also more tolerable than Daxter by far.

Still, the point stood.]

Jak, you should know me better than that.

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[Daxter shudders at the very thought, but remains undeterred. Of course Jak would believe him over Phoenix.]

Look pal, just because you're all defensive don't mean you gotta get gross. You ain't exactly catch of the year yourself, what with you severely lacking in the T&A department.

Which, by the way, my buddy over here prefers. Might wanna keep that in mind next time you decide to get all beer queer on him.

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[Jak drags his hands away and shoots Phoenix a horrified, aghast look. Not a good time to joke about sleeping with ottsels.]

Yeah uh ... look. I'm not ... you're really not my type.

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[Phoenix returns the look with one of extreme irritation.]

You haven't been listening to a word I just said.

[Throwing his hands up in the air in disgust, he starts to stand.]

I don't have to put up with this - from either of you! I'm--mn!

[He winces as he puts weight on his foot. He hadn't noticed the pain through the pounding in his head until now. When had he injured it? He vaguely recollects that he and Jak sparred. Most likely that had been it.

Gritting his teeth, he stubbornly limps toward the door. He isn't about to stick around to listen to any of this.]