Goodbye ... Until We Meet Again

[huffpuffblonde]

GOODBYE MY FRIEND.

Goodbyes are inevitable. Maybe someone is moving away, maybe it's that final battle, maybe you can't stand to see this person any longer. They're leaving and this is your final chance to see them, final opportunity to say all those words you've been hiding away.

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Jase Rivers ~ hitman OC ~ OPEN

[killsonthe_sly]

[ooc: .. uh, story of his life? V.V;]

3 under reunion to continue one of our other threads~

[lormenari]

Must be nice being in your own bed again, huh? [Sam grins at him, finally relaxed now that Jase had been discharged from the hospital and was well on his way to recovery.] And I didn't even steal your car while you were gone.

yesssss :3

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase shook his head slightly, walking all on his own, his side bandaged up and twinging with the briskness of his steps.]

Yeah... lucky me. [he was smiling, but his eyes were preoccupied and dark. Brooding a little.

He had never... had to have help. Got on just fine without it. Now he could think about what had gone on... he resented that Sam had taken the decision out of his hands, despite himself.]

[lormenari]

[He notices the slight broodiness in Jase's demeanor, but Sam chalks it up to his injury.] I'll make you something to eat. Or a protein shake. You gotta keep your strength up so you can heal up faster.

[killsonthe_sly]

Best thing you can do is take off. I'm good, alright? [he stretches gingerly. See? No wincing.]

[lormenari]

Come on. You just got out of the hospital. You should be taking it easy. Let me take care of you.

[killsonthe_sly]

You did enough o' that. [he looks at him, eyes sharp.] Sam.. you know you're losin' business and so do I. I'm fine. Go, already.

[lormenari]

When I decide to see my clients is my own fucking business. [He bristles a little at the distinct impression he was getting that Jase wanted him gone. Fucking someone else.] You haven't eaten.

[killsonthe_sly]

'Course. Forget I said shit. [he waves a hand, dismissive and walks across to the lounge, looking for something behind the couch...]

[lormenari]

Gladly. [He follows him, peeking behind the couch, knowing it would hurt if Jase bent over too far.] What're you looking for?

[killsonthe_sly]

Damn whisky flask. [he knew he'd left it there when -] Heh. [he holds it up, triumphant.]

[lormenari]

You're on painkillers.

[killsonthe_sly]

Never needed 'em before you dragged my ass there, don't need 'em now. [he says, taking a defiant swig.]

[lormenari]

Well, if you're not gonna take 'em, I'll keep 'em. [He'd filled the prescription Jase's doctor had given him, but if he wasn't going to use them... Sam tucks them into his own bag.] Didn't they use whiskey as a painkiller in the good old days?

[killsonthe_sly]

...What're you gonna use them for? Better not be poppin', or I'll whup your ass.

[lormenari]

[He scowls.] Not popping. I'm gonna use 'em if I need 'em. Painkillers are useful.