[He half expected McCree to take him up on it and drunkenly fall on him. Not that this is much better.]
You have had more than enough. We are still leaving, this way.
[He grabs onto Jesse before he can stagger back to the bar, hauling him towards the door and out into the bright sunshine because it isn't even 10 am Jesse. Time to find a hotel and leave McCree in a pile while he pays for the room because wow is a metal ninja carrying a half drunk cowboy to the front desk going to look suspicious even at the shadiest of pay by the hour places.]
[ he muttered a curse at the harsh light, pulling his hat down to better shield his face. he was by no means steady, but he did manage to keep pace with genji as he went.
there is a vague thought that he'd left his bike parked around somewhere, not that he was in any state to be driving it. the keys were probably somewhere in one of his pockets, if they hadn't already been confiscated by the bartender.
at some point between when genji had left him and when he'd come back, he had managed to cross the small distance to an alley to purge his guts. it didn't make him feel any better, but at least that way, it wasn't going to end up on genji's shoes. ]
[Into the hotel with you. He detours into the bathroom, dumping McCree into the tub fully clothed. He can smell the alcohol and bad decisions through his mask and he is not going to deal with that all day. Turning the water on full blast and freezing he aims it right at McCree's face. Wakey wakey Jesse. ]
[ he threw a hand up to try to protect his face, not that it helped much. for being a hole in a wall, they definitely weren't lacking in water pressure; the layers and the armor did nothing against the icy bite of the spray, and he sputtered furiously, trying to scramble out of the tub. ]
[Of course now he's risking that he'll somehow smell like wet dog. He grabs Jesse's hat to put on the counter so that his hair can get nice and wet too. If he had one of those long scrubby brushes he would be sudsing him up as well.]
[ he is not making much headway in getting out of the tub, thanks to being heavily intoxicated and the awkward angle he was sitting in it. if nothing else, he looked like a wet dog now, his bangs drenched and clinging to his face.
... wet leather is definitely not the best smell, though. ]
Turn that damned thing off!
[ this is probably not the best thing for peacekeeper either, genji. come on. ]
[He finally relents, more for the state of McCree's arm rather then his gun. Wet prosthetics take forever to dry, it feels weird to get water in the joints, and he's not actually sure if Jesse's is even waterproof. He turns the water off, point proven and McCree making coherent sentences in out-loud words instead of drunken mumbling.]
I am the last person to be lecturing about self-control and good choices, but you make me look an amateur.
[He leans down to help McCree out of the tub, forgetting that being wet will also make him very slippery.]
[ the end of the water was followed by another stream of expletives, and the thoroughly waterlogged cowboy sank back against the porcelain with a grunt. even without the spray, his clothing was already soaked through, and he could feel the chill already taking hold. his arm was waterproof, thankfully, but it didn’t make the feeling any less uncomfortable, and his maintenance kit was still packed with his bike.
he should have been the adult. the mature solution would be to allow himself to be helped from the tub, dry off, and move on. in that moment, jesse didn’t want to be mature.
once he had a solid grip on genji’s forearm, he heaved back, hoping to yank the ninja right down with him. ]
[Genji is wearing armor and has three metal appendages, but the alloy that makes him light enough to double jump and do all his ninja flips, works against him here because he weighs far, far less than someone his size should. McCree's yank is more than enough to drag him down, losing his balance and crashing into the cowboy's chest with a loud thunk as metal armor met metal armor.
He curses loudly in Japanese and flails, trying to get up from the awkward position of having his legs on the edge of the tub and his upper half on McCree which isn't giving him leverage or any good handholds. ]
even if he didn't weigh as much a cyborg that size likely should, he wasn't light. especially when landing bodily on jesse's chest. it was a testament to the strength of his own armor that it didn't dent on the impact, but he'd definitely be having some bruises the next day. the sudden force was enough to knock the air from his lungs, and he wheezed in a breath or two as he tried to recover.
any effort he made to try and move only seemed to entangle them further, a sprawling mess of limbs and spurs, and how the hell did he end up with his leg there? ]
[He yells something in Japanese that certainly sounds angry, thwonking his palm against McCree's armored chest as if to add insult to injury.]
Stop moving! You are making it worse!
[He rolls to the side in order to get himself fully into the tub so that he can get situated to then get out of the tub. Which jams his elbow into McCree's side and probably his legs into place Jesse would rather they not be. But okay. He is in the tub now, and on top of Jesse. Time to fix this stupid mess.]
[ he didn't any idea what the words meant, but he got the gist. seemed pretty accurate, all things considered. jesse glowered at him as he thumped his chest, metal fingers sliding against the smooth tub surface as he made a futile attempt for leverage. ]
You're one to talk!
[ the elbow wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't half as alarming as the pressure of genji's knee against his (other) six shooter. it was just brushing up against the line between discomfort and pain, and he hissed as he moved again. ]
[But he stops moving for the moment, leaning his forehead against Jesse's shoulder and trying to think rationally. The way his head is swimming he feels like he might be getting drunk just from proximity. ]
You do smell less offensive.
[But his breath is still about 80 proof and a little nauseating. ]
[ he was grateful for the temporary reprieve, even if it didn't make him any lighter. the lack of movement did make it a little easier to focus, if nothing else. ]
That s'pposed to make this better?
[ he wasn't even close to sober, but the frigid water had made him slightly more coherent. at least enough to recognize how awkward this was. ]
Comin' from the one who just hosed me down, I'd say it's deserved.
[ he can only bring himself to sound so angry with the threat of being disarmed in a very painful manner. the vehemence is definitely there, though, and huffing an angry breath out through his nose. ]
I'm tryin'. Just keep an eye out for the...
[ 'hard bits' didn't feel right to say, considering. ]
... Watch your knee, alright?
[ he did try his best to pull himself into a sitting position, bracing his hands against the edge of the tub. ]
[He shifts with him in order to keep his parts well away from McCree's flashbang. This does give him a little more room to navigate, straddling McCree for the briefest moment before rolling over the edge of the tub and splatting onto the tile floor.]
I was going to give you a towel, not drown you. You did not have to make such a mess of things.
[Which seems to be Jesse's past time honestly. He turns to kneel on the ground next to the tub, offering his arm again.]
Would you like some assistance? And do not pull me back in there.
[ he damn neared sighed in relief as genji lifted his leg, only to have the rest of the air rush out of him as he then climbed on top of him. brief as it was, the weight of the other man straddling him would be haunting his thoughts for nights to come.
jesse was not a man easily flustered, but even he couldn't write off the heat he felt entirely to the bourbon. ]
Coulda fooled me.
[ this time, however, he did allow himself to be pulled up. he was not even close to sober, and he wasn't steady on his feet; his boots slid against wet surface of the tub, but he managed to get himself out. ]
Much obliged.
[ it wasn't entirely genuine, still feeling annoyed and off kilter by their little... encounter. ]
[Admittedly Genji hadn't really thought his: hose McCree down like a dog, plan through. Because now that he watches him stand there dripping, unsteady on his feet and with a lot of soggy bits that probably shouldn't be wet, (sorry peacekeeper), he realizes what the next step here is.
Oh boy this is going to be awkward. Or it might have been if Genji wasn't just on the edge of furious with McCree. Instead of being tentative and hesitant he yanks at the serape, tugs at that dumb belt buckle and shoves a towel at McCree. ]
Get all this off and get dry. Then you get to lay down and sleep this off.
[ jesse already knew where this had to go. the layers of clothing hung heavy off his frame, dripping on the floor. it wasn't great for the leather, but the chill and the damp weren't much better for the body.
... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
[Genji huffs out a breath and relents, he can feel the anger boiling up in him and realizes he's not even sure why he's so mad. McCree is drunk most mornings and hungover the rest. This isn't any different. Why does he care?
Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
[ whatever small spark of relief he felt as genji left didn't last. jesse was still sopping wet and without a change of clothes, and the ninja was still at least partly right -- one way or another, he needed to strip.
after he tossed his clothing in a heap, which was obviously optimal for drying, he turned his attention to the towel. it was typical hotel fare, half the size of what it should have been and a tight fit at the hips. between the lack of fabric and clumsy, drunken fingers, he ended up holding it in place more than anything, and still left a decent triangle of thigh exposed.
whatever. he'd worry about modesty later, when he hadn't just been hosed down.
he spared a glance in genji's direction as he shuffled out of the bathroom, instead making his way to the only bed in the room. ]
Don't suppose you thought to pick up some clothes.
[He's only slightly calmer by the time Jesse enters the room, meditation only goes so far, and sometimes it can make things worse by hyperfocusing on the thing that's most annoying. McCree is behind him, and Genji is facing the wall, but he stiffens up, not turning around because he can almost hear that the man is naked. There's something in the air, the nearly imperceptible sound of wet thighs rubbing together, a towel that somehow Genji absolutely knows is doing nothing to cover him up.
There's a big difference between knowing that he'd be naked, because of course he would be after the drenching he'd got, but now there's the actuality of it and Genji has to take a deep breath before replying, eyes closed very tight as if somehow he'd accidentally see something.]
I did not know I would be in this situation where I would need to supply everything for you.
[ the bed was looking comfortable. then again, a sheet on the floor would have looked comfortable by this point. jesse was drunk, tired, cold, and thoroughly regretting having texted anyone in the first place.
he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
[The bed creaked and rusty springs made an angry protest as McCree flopped onto it. From his place on the floor Genji groaned. He couldn't stay there kneeling in the sun forever, and the sun had already moved a few inches to the right. Unless he wanted to slowly move with the sun to stay toasty warm, he'd need to get up and perhaps deal with the situation he'd gotten himself into.
Very, very slowly he got to his feet and turned around, expecting to see Jesse naked and spread eagle on the bed. Fortunately he was wearing a towel and face down. That was a little more tact than Genji had expected.]
You are on all the blankets. Here.
[He tugged at the threadbare comforter that smelled decently clean but had obviously seen better days. Almost against his will his eyes trailed up Jesse's legs, the towel doing nothing to cover up the curve of his backside. He found himself staring at how the damp tendrils of his hair clung to his neck before he realized that he was still standing awkwardly holding the blanket mid-air and not moving. Frantically forcing himself into action he pulled the blankets up over the drunken cowboy, hiding everything else from his sight.]
You said you have already eaten? Then you simply need sleep.
[His mission was pretty much accomplished here, he'd gotten Jesse into a safe area, he was, well not clean but rinsed, and he had a place to sleep. Did Genji even need to stay anymore? He should leave. Judging from the weird feeling in his stomach he should absolutely leave right now.]
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You have had more than enough. We are still leaving, this way.
[He grabs onto Jesse before he can stagger back to the bar, hauling him towards the door and out into the bright sunshine because it isn't even 10 am Jesse. Time to find a hotel and leave McCree in a pile while he pays for the room because wow is a metal ninja carrying a half drunk cowboy to the front desk going to look suspicious even at the shadiest of pay by the hour places.]
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there is a vague thought that he'd left his bike parked around somewhere, not that he was in any state to be driving it. the keys were probably somewhere in one of his pockets, if they hadn't already been confiscated by the bartender.
at some point between when genji had left him and when he'd come back, he had managed to cross the small distance to an alley to purge his guts. it didn't make him feel any better, but at least that way, it wasn't going to end up on genji's shoes. ]
Hell of a spot...
[ you're one to talk, jesse. ]
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[Into the hotel with you. He detours into the bathroom, dumping McCree into the tub fully clothed. He can smell the alcohol and bad decisions through his mask and he is not going to deal with that all day. Turning the water on full blast and freezing he aims it right at McCree's face. Wakey wakey Jesse. ]
The finest spa amenities.
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[ he threw a hand up to try to protect his face, not that it helped much. for being a hole in a wall, they definitely weren't lacking in water pressure; the layers and the armor did nothing against the icy bite of the spray, and he sputtered furiously, trying to scramble out of the tub. ]
The hell, Genji?!
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[Of course now he's risking that he'll somehow smell like wet dog. He grabs Jesse's hat to put on the counter so that his hair can get nice and wet too. If he had one of those long scrubby brushes he would be sudsing him up as well.]
How long have you been at the bar?
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... wet leather is definitely not the best smell, though. ]
Turn that damned thing off!
[ this is probably not the best thing for peacekeeper either, genji. come on. ]
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I am the last person to be lecturing about self-control and good choices, but you make me look an amateur.
[He leans down to help McCree out of the tub, forgetting that being wet will also make him very slippery.]
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he should have been the adult. the mature solution would be to allow himself to be helped from the tub, dry off, and move on. in that moment, jesse didn’t want to be mature.
once he had a solid grip on genji’s forearm, he heaved back, hoping to yank the ninja right down with him. ]
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He curses loudly in Japanese and flails, trying to get up from the awkward position of having his legs on the edge of the tub and his upper half on McCree which isn't giving him leverage or any good handholds. ]
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even if he didn't weigh as much a cyborg that size likely should, he wasn't light. especially when landing bodily on jesse's chest. it was a testament to the strength of his own armor that it didn't dent on the impact, but he'd definitely be having some bruises the next day. the sudden force was enough to knock the air from his lungs, and he wheezed in a breath or two as he tried to recover.
any effort he made to try and move only seemed to entangle them further, a sprawling mess of limbs and spurs, and how the hell did he end up with his leg there? ]
Shit-!
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Stop moving! You are making it worse!
[He rolls to the side in order to get himself fully into the tub so that he can get situated to then get out of the tub. Which jams his elbow into McCree's side and probably his legs into place Jesse would rather they not be. But okay. He is in the tub now, and on top of Jesse. Time to fix this stupid mess.]
You are honestly the worst.
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You're one to talk!
[ the elbow wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't half as alarming as the pressure of genji's knee against his (other) six shooter. it was just brushing up against the line between discomfort and pain, and he hissed as he moved again. ]
Just... hold up for a sec!
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[But he stops moving for the moment, leaning his forehead against Jesse's shoulder and trying to think rationally. The way his head is swimming he feels like he might be getting drunk just from proximity. ]
You do smell less offensive.
[But his breath is still about 80 proof and a little nauseating. ]
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That s'pposed to make this better?
[ he wasn't even close to sober, but the frigid water had made him slightly more coherent. at least enough to recognize how awkward this was. ]
You wanna get off me?
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[Now that he's stopped moving he's a little more aware of where all his limbs are and how close his knee is to McCree's ... Weapon.
He pulls back, leaning against the tiled wall and trying to figure out how to get up without jabbing him in tender places.]
Can you sit up? That will give us more room.
[And put him in Jesse's lap, but from there he might be able to scooch back and climb out of there.]
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[ he can only bring himself to sound so angry with the threat of being disarmed in a very painful manner. the vehemence is definitely there, though, and huffing an angry breath out through his nose. ]
I'm tryin'. Just keep an eye out for the...
[ 'hard bits' didn't feel right to say, considering. ]
... Watch your knee, alright?
[ he did try his best to pull himself into a sitting position, bracing his hands against the edge of the tub. ]
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I was going to give you a towel, not drown you. You did not have to make such a mess of things.
[Which seems to be Jesse's past time honestly. He turns to kneel on the ground next to the tub, offering his arm again.]
Would you like some assistance? And do not pull me back in there.
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jesse was not a man easily flustered, but even he couldn't write off the heat he felt entirely to the bourbon. ]
Coulda fooled me.
[ this time, however, he did allow himself to be pulled up. he was not even close to sober, and he wasn't steady on his feet; his boots slid against wet surface of the tub, but he managed to get himself out. ]
Much obliged.
[ it wasn't entirely genuine, still feeling annoyed and off kilter by their little... encounter. ]
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Oh boy this is going to be awkward. Or it might have been if Genji wasn't just on the edge of furious with McCree. Instead of being tentative and hesitant he yanks at the serape, tugs at that dumb belt buckle and shoves a towel at McCree. ]
Get all this off and get dry. Then you get to lay down and sleep this off.
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... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
Jesus, Genji-
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Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
Tranquility.]
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after he tossed his clothing in a heap, which was obviously optimal for drying, he turned his attention to the towel. it was typical hotel fare, half the size of what it should have been and a tight fit at the hips. between the lack of fabric and clumsy, drunken fingers, he ended up holding it in place more than anything, and still left a decent triangle of thigh exposed.
whatever. he'd worry about modesty later, when he hadn't just been hosed down.
he spared a glance in genji's direction as he shuffled out of the bathroom, instead making his way to the only bed in the room. ]
Don't suppose you thought to pick up some clothes.
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There's a big difference between knowing that he'd be naked, because of course he would be after the drenching he'd got, but now there's the actuality of it and Genji has to take a deep breath before replying, eyes closed very tight as if somehow he'd accidentally see something.]
I did not know I would be in this situation where I would need to supply everything for you.
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he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
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Very, very slowly he got to his feet and turned around, expecting to see Jesse naked and spread eagle on the bed. Fortunately he was wearing a towel and face down. That was a little more tact than Genji had expected.]
You are on all the blankets. Here.
[He tugged at the threadbare comforter that smelled decently clean but had obviously seen better days. Almost against his will his eyes trailed up Jesse's legs, the towel doing nothing to cover up the curve of his backside. He found himself staring at how the damp tendrils of his hair clung to his neck before he realized that he was still standing awkwardly holding the blanket mid-air and not moving. Frantically forcing himself into action he pulled the blankets up over the drunken cowboy, hiding everything else from his sight.]
You said you have already eaten? Then you simply need sleep.
[His mission was pretty much accomplished here, he'd gotten Jesse into a safe area, he was, well not clean but rinsed, and he had a place to sleep. Did Genji even need to stay anymore? He should leave. Judging from the weird feeling in his stomach he should absolutely leave right now.]
I will leave you to it.