Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive.

[formerfoxhound]

Who: steel_goddess and youendthewar
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.

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[steel_goddess]

"Dodge the bullets next time." She said with a grin and a finger in his face, before standing slowly to saunter over to the sink. Everything needed to be cleaned before being put away.

"You got any booze? I'm betting you could use a shot of something with a little kick to it."

[formerfoxhound]

Samus, brosis, you had him at "booze." He knew he liked you for a reason

[steel_goddess]

"Will do." Darkness infested water made everything harder, but thankfully they had a reserve she could use to get the worst of it off.

A quick search revealed the glasses, as well as both bottles, so she sauntered into the living room with all four. "I can't read the label, but I'm betting you don't keep your Kool-Aid in a bottle like this. Ah, whiskey." She nodded, once the light showed what she was holding.

[formerfoxhound]

"Mhm. Help yourself." He hummed a vague thanks and sat up, leaning forward to accept the bottle. It was, practically, a pretty bad idea to be drinking after being injured but Snake was never really all that great at taking care of himself off a battlefeild anyway. He poured several fingers worth and knocked it back right away, giving it a second or two to go down before leaning back into the couch to address her again. The slow burn was a familiar and welcome distraction from the sharper pain of the injury.

"...There's a few empty rooms, if you'd rather get some shut-eye." Several of them, in fact. Snake mostly had the house to himself, these days. "Morning won't be for another few hours."

[steel_goddess]

"Don't drink too much of it, I don't want to drag your ass to the Hospital because your blood thinned and you passed out." She smirks at him over a glass of her own, knocking it back with an appreciative sigh.

"I might take you up on that. It depends on if anybody's going to wander into my room at night." Those big blue eyes are looking at you from over the rim of her glass Snake, you could almost say she's watching for something.

[formerfoxhound]

If he passes out, Samus has permission to say 'I told you so.' Snake smirked just a little at the warning, but relinquished his glass obligingly in favor of leaning back into the old sofa and shutting his eyes. It was enough to take the edge off, at least, which was more than he could ask for, most of the time.

"Shouldn't be a problem. Power's out, but the Darkness proofing ought to hold, if you're worried." Dense? Just a little bit. Snake's not in any shape to be walking anywhere, anyway. He'd meant it when he said he wasn't going to be getting up for a while. But he wasn't completely oblivious. Just a little slow on the uptake.

He finally caught her gaze and reconsidered his answer a little, tipping his head toward the couch after a moment of inscrutable silence.

"...there's room here if you don't mind the company. They say two sets of eyes are better than one."

[steel_goddess]

That hadn't been precisely what she meant, but with the adrenaline buzz fading and the heat of the whiskey working it's way down her belly...it was a tempting option.

Samus was used to sleeping alone, not just when it came to bed itself, but in her surroundings. There wasn't any need for anyone else on her Gunship, and she hadn't really been close to anyone since her days at the academy...but Snake, Snake she trusted.

Maybe...maybe it was all right to let her guard down, just for a little while.

"You got any blankets we can use? I get cold very easily."

[formerfoxhound]

Careful of the glasses and the candles, Snake nodded and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and reclined into the couch enough to elevate the wound. Despite making himself more comfortable, he was, strangely, a little tenser than he had been just a few moments ago

[steel_goddess]

It's not like Samus wasn't tense herself, but it was an unfamiliar tenseness, totally different from the usual pre-fight jitters that came with the territory. She was on completely unfamiliar ground right now, and it was ground that her environmental adaptations weren't going to be able to save her from. Still...she'd always been the type of woman to meet her challenges head-on, and now seemed like a good time to continue the practice.

Padding across the hall she found the aforementioned blankets and a pair of pillows...no sense in being uncomfortable. As she tread back into the living room, she paused to blow out the candle...for his benefit or hers, she wasn't sure.

Seating herself on the edge of the couch, Samus turned her head to ask in a voice that was trying it's hardest not to sound nervous; "Inside or outside?"

[formerfoxhound]

With the bloodloss, the alcohol, and the coming down from the adrenaline high, in the few minutes it took for Samus to come back in, Snake had been halfway to dozing already. A soldier learned pretty quickly to take sleep when he can get it. But training (and wariness) was ingrained too deep to be easily ignored and kept him from dropping off entirely. He lifts his head and peers out at the black shape of her in the darkness, finding her mostly by the sound of her voice.

"...huh?"

She lost him, though.

[steel_goddess]

"The couch. If we're sharing it instead of a bed, do you want the inside of the couch, or the outside?" There was a note of amusement in her voice. Basically it just determined if she slept with her back to the couch, or her back to Snake. Him she trusted, the first person through the door wasn't likely to be someone she afforded the same.

[formerfoxhound]

"..."

A long moment of bemused silence, then a short, dry laugh. He answered by reaching over and tugging her wrist toward him enough to pull her properly onto the couch from where she's hovering on the edge. With his feet propped rudely up on the table, he wasn't taking up too much room. Plenty of couch left for her either way.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine here."

Only a few hours before daylight, and he could sleep in a foxhole or a locker or under a cardboard box if he needed to. In another few years, his back would probably give him hell for it. But for now, this was more than good enough. Good enough that he'd be able to be up and on his feet if something broke in unexpectedly. Good enough to keep the gunshot elevated and out of the way, too.

[steel_goddess]

Samus let herself be tugged, laying out on the couch with her head resting lightly on Snake's uninjured leg. The adrenaline was already gone, leaving her feeling worn and a little shakey...although it left her wit and sarcasm fully intact. "You shouldn't sleep like that, you'll need punches in the morning to loosen your muscles up."