Lloyd wished he had forgotten what day it was. He spent the morning in the clinic, which incidentally looked like some fancy whorehouse (or at least how Lloyd imagined a fancy one would look, being more used to the low budget end of things), with the beds, walls and everything in between decorated all funky. Unfortunately, there were no naughty nurses to be had. He got a splint for his foot, some painkillers and the few hours of sleep he'd sorely needed (it wasn't easy, with the jukebox doing a nice job trying to split his head in half, but he was really fucking tired). He was gifted a pair of crutches, too, and spent a long, hateful moment staring at them and wondering if they had used to belong to a grumpy chick named Jaye. Now that would have been all kinds of hilarious
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Jaye didn't GET visitors. Okay, so there was that time when Buck knocked on her door, and a few other people came by sometimes, but it was an UNcommon enough event that it got her suspicious. The fact that she was getting a visitor on VALENTINE'S DAY only raised the threat warning from yellow to orange.
She stalked to the door cautiously, one hand holding the most threatening object she could grab blindly -- a hair brush. Once at the door, she opened it a centimeter at a time, peeking out when there was enough room for her head.
And found Lloyd... leaning on crutches... holding a bear. A CUTE bear holding a BEER BOTTLE with a rose. It didn't take a genius to deduce that the stuffed animal was for HER, and Lloyd had PERSONALIZED it for HER.
"Lloyd," she said, very calmly like she was talking to a serial killer or angry customer. "Go home and sleep off the island mumbo jumbo. You'll thank me tomorrow."
Lloyd knew that tone, having heard it before more than once or twice (it was nearly always accompanied by people looking at him funny, like he was going to rape and pillage their village or something), and it didn't do much to calm him down. More like make him profoundly uncomfortable.
He didn't have the first clue what mumbo jumbo he needed to sleep off, either, so he stared at her for a long moment, trying to figure it out.
Oh great, she thought the island had given him some sort of romance bug.
"No, look, it ain't nothing like that. I'm of sound fuckin' mind and everything, I swear." To tell the truth, he was trying to convince himself as much as he did her, because he wasn't all that confident of his sanity at the moment. He was standing there holding a stupid stuffed bear with a rose and a balloon, for Christ's sake. What if the island was messing with his head?
His gaze drifted worriedly to the hairbrush in her hand. Jesus, was that supposed to be some kind of baseball bat substitute? "What's that for?"
LLOYD of sound mind? Jaye wouldn't have believed that on the best of days, and yet here he was trying to convince her it was true while holding a plush toy present that might as well have her name on it, topped with little hearts.
She looked between him and the hair brush. "To beat some sense into you with!" she snapped. "It's Valentine's Day, Lloyd. You really think the island would pass up a primo chance to fuck with us? You have a BALLOON." If that wasn't a sign of instability on his part, Jaye wasn't sure what WAS.
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She stalked to the door cautiously, one hand holding the most threatening object she could grab blindly -- a hair brush. Once at the door, she opened it a centimeter at a time, peeking out when there was enough room for her head.
And found Lloyd... leaning on crutches... holding a bear. A CUTE bear holding a BEER BOTTLE with a rose. It didn't take a genius to deduce that the stuffed animal was for HER, and Lloyd had PERSONALIZED it for HER.
"Lloyd," she said, very calmly like she was talking to a serial killer or angry customer. "Go home and sleep off the island mumbo jumbo. You'll thank me tomorrow."
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He didn't have the first clue what mumbo jumbo he needed to sleep off, either, so he stared at her for a long moment, trying to figure it out.
Oh great, she thought the island had given him some sort of romance bug.
"No, look, it ain't nothing like that. I'm of sound fuckin' mind and everything, I swear." To tell the truth, he was trying to convince himself as much as he did her, because he wasn't all that confident of his sanity at the moment. He was standing there holding a stupid stuffed bear with a rose and a balloon, for Christ's sake. What if the island was messing with his head?
His gaze drifted worriedly to the hairbrush in her hand. Jesus, was that supposed to be some kind of baseball bat substitute? "What's that for?"
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She looked between him and the hair brush. "To beat some sense into you with!" she snapped. "It's Valentine's Day, Lloyd. You really think the island would pass up a primo chance to fuck with us? You have a BALLOON." If that wasn't a sign of instability on his part, Jaye wasn't sure what WAS.
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