The Greater (Drunken) Good

[notalldead]

It's been some time since Jesse's had his own question for the Nexus. Maybe he's been avoiding it until the last vestiges of Reynard's winter have passed. That whole ordeal didn't do so well by him, after all.

Or maybe Jesse's just been busy? Busy drinking, apparently. He swaggers into the Nexus, a half-finished bottle of Jack Daniels held loosely by the neck in one dangling hand. Once he's found a good enough sofa to sit upon, the zed flops himself down like a ragdoll.

"What's the-..."

He pauses, looking like he's trying to stifle a burp. His eyes aren't really focusing properly. His cowboy hat is a little askew on his head.

"What's the worst thing y'all ever done. Ever done fer the-...Y'know, fer the greater good n' all that shit. Y'ever done somethin' real bad even if it were fer a good cause? Y'ever-...? Yeah. S'all."

He's drunk as hell.

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[bestdadinamestris]

This conversation just keeps getting more and more awkward. Hughes is going to sit quietly and wait for Jesse to, uh, finish up and come back. When he does, the intelligence officer gives his friend the least awkward smile he can manage. "Feel better?"

[notalldead]

One shake off and zip up later and he's wandering back over to Hughes, a big smile on his face. "Nope!" He keeps going right past the officer and flops onto a park bench, draping himself over it the wrong way. Facing the back, chest to the backrest, arms over and chin resting on the same, legs straight out behind him. What a mess.

[bestdadinamestris]

Hughes frowns at Jesse's display. This is worse than he thought. He stands and walks over to the zed.

"Maybe we should get you back home so you can sleep this off, Jesse. No need to keep moping around this place - it's not going to help anyone."

Might not necessarily be safe for Hughes to get his friend further than his portal, but that's the last thing on his mind right now.

[notalldead]

"S'prolly-...Prolly a good idear." His eyes have drifted shut by this point, his words even more slurred than usual thanks to his chin being propped like it is on the back of the bench. "Just din' wanna-...Gang ain't gotta see me like this more than they gotta, right? S'gonna make 'em worry. I mean, they seen me drunk afore, maybe I'll just, uh. I'll tell 'em Cutter found a crate o' Jack. An' hope they don't ask Cutter 'bout it..."

He's just kinda rambling now.

[bestdadinamestris]

"I don't think they'll need an excuse," Hughes points out.

But Jesse doesn't seem to be listening so the officer gets to his feet and then does his best to hoist his friend to his. "Come on, then. Let's get you back. You can sleep this off once you get back." And Hughes can make sure someone is there to look after him properly when he gets up.