204. which will you choose?

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THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME
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Six different possible scenarios with multiple choices or you can just throw it all out the door and come up with your own! Perfect if you're wanting to play but really want a prompt.

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[need_some_rope]

*it was no secret what Rocco did for a living, not amongst his friends anyway. Connor and Murphy never really felt they had to worry about him; he was a delivery boy, no way he'd ever get near any real mob related action*

*so Connor wasn't really sure what he was looking at here, except that Rocco had got into much more than a barfight, and now he needed his help*

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Rocco had had the living shit kicked out of him, but that wasn't anything compared to the guy he'd been hauling around. He winced when he had to stand up, a sharp pain shooting through him - probably cracked a fucking rib or hell, more than just the one.]

[There hadn't been much to do--they'd been fucking outnumbered and he was just probably lucky that he was still standing here. Probably shouldn't have gone to the MacManus brothers, probably shouldn't be turning to them, but... they were like fucking family and he needed that right now.] Connor... think I can come in for awhile, man? Think I'm needin' some help here. Fuckin' stairs at nearly did me in, man. When's the fuckin' elevator gonna get fixed in this shit hole of yours, huh?

[need_some_rope]

*Connor blinked at him a moment before jerking into action* 'course! C'mon, man... *he shoved the door wide open and scooted outside to put an arm around his friend and support him as he brought him inside*

*he glanced warily over his shoulder, checking down the hallway before booting the door shut and taking Rooco to the nearest bed* What the hell happened ta yeh?

[dukefuckinwayne]

Fuckin' fell - what do you think? [He snorted, gratefully leaning against Connor as he led him inside.] Wasn't followed... don't fucking worry.

[need_some_rope]

*Connor gave him a silent look that showed he wasn't impressed with the sarcasm. Getting his friend to sit on the bed, he patted his arm and went to get some water and a cloth to clean him up*

Yeh better be about ta tell me but yeh shoulda seen the other guy!

[dukefuckinwayne]

Fuck, man... I don't know. Finally got something big, a real fuckin' big drop off and look what I fuckin' got. [He let out a breath, wincing again.] Gonna be stuck as a package boy the rest of my life, man... fuck.

[need_some_rope]

*Connor turned his gaze up to his friend's face as he started to peel off his coat to get a proper look at the damage done*

... Would that be so bad? ... If this is what happens when yeh do a big job... I dunno Roc, I kinda like yeh bein' alive.

[dukefuckinwayne]

What do you think, Connor? It'd be a fuckin' disgrace... already a fucking disgrace, man. [He helped the other with his coat.] So do I look as shitty as I feel, man?

[need_some_rope]

*he frowns hard at that* Would yeh rather be dead than a package boy?

*yeah... He can't help wincing at the amount of blood that's seeping through the t-shirt. Even before he lifts it up he knows that he's going to find a few places where the skins broken* If yeh feel as shitty as yeh look, I need ta get you a lot of pain killers...

[dukefuckinwayne]

Not like I wanna die, Connor... give me a break, man. Just--a fuckin' disgrace.

[He shifts, helping the other take his shirt off, wincing because ow, his muscles do not like that movement.]

Pain killers'd be good, man.

[need_some_rope]

*he was still frowning, and clenching the back of his jaw too, to stop himself from calling Rocco a whole bunch of names he didn't need right now, even if he deserved them for thinking like such a goddamn ejit* What could yeh have done, in this situation, I mean?

*nodding he gets up to poke around in the cupboard until he finds some painkillers. He would offer Rocco whiskey to wash them down, but these are supposed to be prescription only and Rocco's day has already been bad enough without getting stomach pump involved*

Here. *he hands the tablets over with a glass of water.

[dukefuckinwayne]

I could've not got my ass kicked... that'd been a start, you know?

[He was about to complain that he neededa drink more than a fucking glass of water, but... yeah, that wouldn't go over any better and Connor already looked kinda pissed off anyway. He breathed out a sigh and popped a couple of the pills, swallowing them down.]

... Thanks, man.

[need_some_rope]

*he nodded as he took the wet cloth he'd got and finally started to try to clean up some of Rocco's wounds* 'course. How would yeh have done that?

*the worst of it was really just blood that needed to be cleaned up, but there were dark patches that were quickly turning into purple bruises around his ribs and stomach. Connor was going to need to bandage up where the skin had got broken*

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Well, one thing Rocco wasn't was a total pussy when it came to injuries. He might have winced, but he didn't complain as the other cleaned him up.] Probably should've shot their fucking stupid asses before they had a chance to kick mine.

[He tilted his head back, eyes drifting shut as the other washed up his wounds.] Shit, I just wanna fucking sleep for a week, man.

[need_some_rope]

Hmmm... *Connor couldn't argue with that* Next time, Roc. Yeh learn from yer mistakes and next yeh'll kill the fuckers before they lay a finger on yeh.

*he finished bathing his wounds and carefully dabbed them dry with a towel* Feel free ta lay down an' sleep all yeh want here.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Yeah... I will, man.

[He let out a sigh when Connor finished, bringing his gaze to the other's face.] Fuckin' glad you were here, man. Might've been in some trouble if you hadn't opened the damn door.