Lack of bitterants and Dr. Pepper did just fine. It is just... a very, very high proof.
[ The children dared her, dad. What's a poor mom to do but provide? Oh, but is she feeling it. She is completely ensconced in blankets on her bed, all sources of light closed out. Voice to text feature on phone. Today can just leave. ]
[ The door isn't locked, so instead he'll just get a sad and muffled little "Come in!" to find her nest, IV line disappearing into it. There's a bit of rustling before she folds a corner back and she's in THAT SAME FUCKING SHIRT HE TRIED TO STEAL FROM HER IN BUDDY COP AU the comfiest and laziest sweater she could find and not much else, stretching long legs and fighting the little shiver that threatens to vibrate her skull and leave her teeth chattering. Her hair is loose and mussed, but she otherwise doesn't look too terrible besides the exhaustion about the eyes.
Her smile could melt an ice wall when she sees him with the steam curling from the mug in his hands. Oh, Jack, you're too good to her. ]
If you ever needed to find a way to my heart, today is your lucky day.
[ The line taped to the back of her hand gets disconnected from the near-empty IV drip before she reaches for him— the mug, rather, but mostly him. ]
[Don't say things like that to him, please. They're far too committal, and he is still a little too flighty and on edge to deal with them. It's been difficult, acclimating to the base, and things like making hot chocolate in the kitchen for someone who is way too hung over, but he tells himself that he's trying.
When she invites him in, he obliges, closing the door behind him and approaching the bed, setting the mug on the table next to her.
He chooses not to acknowledge the implications of the things she's just said, and doesn't sit.]
[ SHE MEANT IT NICELY don't get bristly!! She scoops the mug up in her hands and takes a moment to just let the heat soak through her hands and breathe it in, feeling the dry stuffiness fading back. Like fog melting for the sun. Finally, she'll bring it to her lips and sip at it, eyes closed. ]
Mmmm... You did well, soldier. Aufgabe erfüllt.
[ Mission accomplished, essentially. She's glad he closed the door; doesn't even look up at him when her eyes finally open, lashes still low as she completely and selfishly takes in the cocoa experience. Thick, velvety, and he did a good job stirring it in; everything's melted perfectly. ]
I'm not the only one trying and failing to keep up with the next generation, at least. I was only one casualty of many. How are you doing?
[ The question is asked with more sincerity than she likely looks like she could give, but the IV had done wonders and Jack's presence with the hot chocolate moreso. She'll adjust her blankets now that she's stretched and make a corner for him on the cot if he'd like to sit, pulling her legs up as she goes to prop herself up in the opposite corner with her pillows. Here's a little pat on the mattress in invitation. ]
[Haha jk it's powdered Swiss Miss with hot water. Maybe if he doesn't say anything she won't notice. 76 knows that by closing the door, he's sort of invited on a Moment, or a conversation at the very least, and the way she shifts and pats the bed indicates that he has no choice in the matter.
So here he goes. He's sitting. Please be proud of him, even if he probably brought you instant hot chocolate.]
I'm fine.
[Which is the truth. He'd probably had just about as much as most of the others last night, but he's got that super soldier thing going on. Takes a lot to get him drunk, much less hung over.]
You need anything else? Something to eat?
MUH CODE... goes to make hot chocolate at 3am because I'm a fucking adult
[ WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THIS BETRAYAL??? Of course she notices the difference there's sugar lumps of fake marshmallows in it, but it was something he had gone out of his way to make and bring to her and more importantly, it is hot and it's sweet. She isn't that picky.
At least he sits, despite the grievous bad choices she'd made. He'll still tolerate her presence. Yes, good. ]
This is plenty for now, thank you.
[ She pulls the hot mug to her chest and breathes in the steam, focusing on the warmth against her skin. There are plenty of things she'd want, but need? No, and she won't hassle him with the wants. Simple things like someone rubbing her back or stroking her hair and telling her hangovers aren't forever. She's usually so careful, and they aren't nearly so bad. Dehydration was a bitch, plain and simple. ]
[LOOK HE'S...not so good at human civilization anymore, as evidenced by the fact that he is still in full gear. He is trying. Instant hot chocolate is all he can do.
76 kind of sits awkwardly on the bed for a long moment before finally allowing himself to lean back a little on his palms, turning his visor towards Angela, who looks completely and totally pathetic with that mug.]
Nothing to forgive.
[A shrug. She's pulled him out of far more embarrassing situations.]
[ JACK PLS YOU'RE IN THE BASE... She appreciates that he's trying, at least. Trying not to smother him in praise when he does. At least he relaxes a bit when he sits back, and she'll smile into her mug when he answers. ]
You're a good man. I'd trust your judgment if you chose to.
[ A beat, and then: ]
And you did well finding the Swiss Miss I'd tried to get rid of.
[He shifts uncomfortably on the mattress, clearly still trying to get used to the way she talks about him. 76 does not feel like a good man, so he tries to focus on the fact that maybe this can just be about the hot chocolate.]
I didn't want to make you wait.
[Microwaving a mug of water and dumping in a packet of powder is arguably easier than making real hot chocolate. Sorry about your European sensibilities, Angela.]
[ It is only 20% about hot chocolate and 30% about how easily he brought it to her. The other 50% stands pre-decided. But she can see he's uncomfortable even if her head throbs and she's trying not to think too hard, and she'll ease up on him. ]
I appreciate you going out of your way to do this for me. Really and truly, thank you.
[ He was choosing to waste his time on something as silly and inconvenient as taking a hungover doctor a mug of hot chocolate. That was a pretty good mark in his books, as far as most of the world went. ]
Now I'll ask again, a little more pointed. How have you been settling in?
[ She's sober and arguably in a much better mood now; she won't let him off so easily. ]
[HE PUT A COFFEE MUG IN THE MICROWAVE FOR TWO MINUTES but okay. 76 knows better than to argue about silly things like instant hot chocolate. His choice for a hangover would have been water, anyway, but he's already assured her that he's not one to judge.
He fidgets a little on the bed, more than a bit unsure as to how to answer the question. It's a complicated issue, one he hasn't exactly come to terms with yet, and he's not so good at talking, anymore. He even grumbles a bit before he can properly respond.]
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[let's not blow anything up ever again]
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[ nO JACK SHE WON'T BLOW ANYTHING UP EVER, LET ALONE "AGAIN" OH MY GOD it was bad enough the last time don't put this on her ]
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Why'd it need to be on fire?
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Something about making it taste better. The technicalities were burned from my recollection by the third shot.
[ Girl knows how to throw back ok don't fight her. ]
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[ The children dared her, dad. What's a poor mom to do but provide? Oh, but is she feeling it. She is completely ensconced in blankets on her bed, all sources of light closed out. Voice to text feature on phone. Today can just leave. ]
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Drink some water.
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I already have an IV going.
[ It isn't a lie; there is one long clear tube disappearing into the fluffy bundle of down comforters and blankets. ]
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[And then idk like ten minutes later.]
Need anything else?
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Maybe some hot chocolate?
[ Mostly she just wants company, though. ]
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[but he's gonna make her SAY IT]
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I suppose that was asking too much.
Will you please bring me hot chocolate, Jack?
[ She'll make sure you know if you actually turn up with a cup of delicious hot sweet. ]
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KNOCK KNOCK]
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THAT SAME FUCKING SHIRT HE TRIED TO STEAL FROM HER IN BUDDY COP AUthe comfiest and laziest sweater she could find and not much else, stretching long legs and fighting the little shiver that threatens to vibrate her skull and leave her teeth chattering. Her hair is loose and mussed, but she otherwise doesn't look too terrible besides the exhaustion about the eyes.Her smile could melt an ice wall when she sees him with the steam curling from the mug in his hands. Oh, Jack, you're too good to her. ]
If you ever needed to find a way to my heart, today is your lucky day.
[ The line taped to the back of her hand gets disconnected from the near-empty IV drip before she reaches for him— the mug, rather, but mostly him. ]
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When she invites him in, he obliges, closing the door behind him and approaching the bed, setting the mug on the table next to her.
He chooses not to acknowledge the implications of the things she's just said, and doesn't sit.]
You did a number on yourself.
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Mmmm... You did well, soldier. Aufgabe erfüllt.
[ Mission accomplished, essentially. She's glad he closed the door; doesn't even look up at him when her eyes finally open, lashes still low as she completely and selfishly takes in the cocoa experience. Thick, velvety, and he did a good job stirring it in; everything's melted perfectly. ]
I'm not the only one trying and failing to keep up with the next generation, at least. I was only one casualty of many. How are you doing?
[ The question is asked with more sincerity than she likely looks like she could give, but the IV had done wonders and Jack's presence with the hot chocolate moreso. She'll adjust her blankets now that she's stretched and make a corner for him on the cot if he'd like to sit, pulling her legs up as she goes to prop herself up in the opposite corner with her pillows. Here's a little pat on the mattress in invitation. ]
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So here he goes. He's sitting. Please be proud of him, even if he probably brought you instant hot chocolate.]
I'm fine.
[Which is the truth. He'd probably had just about as much as most of the others last night, but he's got that super soldier thing going on. Takes a lot to get him drunk, much less hung over.]
You need anything else? Something to eat?
MUH CODE... goes to make hot chocolate at 3am because I'm a fucking adult
At least he sits, despite the grievous bad choices she'd made. He'll still tolerate her presence. Yes, good. ]
This is plenty for now, thank you.
[ She pulls the hot mug to her chest and breathes in the steam, focusing on the warmth against her skin. There are plenty of things she'd want, but need? No, and she won't hassle him with the wants. Simple things like someone rubbing her back or stroking her hair and telling her hangovers aren't forever. She's usually so careful, and they aren't nearly so bad. Dehydration was a bitch, plain and simple. ]
You'll forgive me my lapse of judgment?
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76 kind of sits awkwardly on the bed for a long moment before finally allowing himself to lean back a little on his palms, turning his visor towards Angela, who looks completely and totally pathetic with that mug.]
Nothing to forgive.
[A shrug. She's pulled him out of far more embarrassing situations.]
Don't think I'm in any position to judge, Doc.
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You're a good man. I'd trust your judgment if you chose to.
[ A beat, and then: ]
And you did well finding the Swiss Miss I'd tried to get rid of.
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I didn't want to make you wait.
[Microwaving a mug of water and dumping in a packet of powder is arguably easier than making real hot chocolate. Sorry about your European sensibilities, Angela.]
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I appreciate you going out of your way to do this for me. Really and truly, thank you.
[ He was choosing to waste his time on something as silly and inconvenient as taking a hungover doctor a mug of hot chocolate. That was a pretty good mark in his books, as far as most of the world went. ]
Now I'll ask again, a little more pointed. How have you been settling in?
[ She's sober and arguably in a much better mood now; she won't let him off so easily. ]
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He fidgets a little on the bed, more than a bit unsure as to how to answer the question. It's a complicated issue, one he hasn't exactly come to terms with yet, and he's not so good at talking, anymore. He even grumbles a bit before he can properly respond.]
It's fine.
[""""Fine""""]
Strange.
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