Agent North

[bothbarrels]

● Agent North Dakota | Andrew Engelsen
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[ownperson]

Your best better be damn fucking good. You can help people without putting yourself at risk of dying, Drew, that's... all I'm fuckin' asking. And you know I don't usually ask fuckshit of you.

[ There's that hint of vulnerability in her eyes, like when they talked before. She doesn't know if she could take him dying again. Once was hard enough, even if it was her own fault, even if she pretended it didn't bother her until recently. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ He turns his head to look more directly at her. ]

You don't. So I'll remember.

[ownperson]

...thanks. Love you, Drew. You pain in the ass.

[ She reaches up to lightly punch him in the arm. ]

I'm not fuckin' helping you put any shit on those damn burns if you have to, by the way. You can fuck off to York's for that shit.

[ She caught enough whilst waiting to come in to yell at him to use that as teasing ammunition, trying to alleviate the serious tone she's still not used to. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ He laughs. ]

I think he'd be a lot more gentle with them than you would be anyway.

He's a pretty good nurse, honestly.

[ownperson]

Oh yeah?

[ It takes some real restraint not to take that opening for a 'playing doctors and nurses' jab. It's right on the tip of her tongue before she stops herself and settles for a subtler, dry: ]

Is it the bedside manner or the lockpick's hands?

[bothbarrels]

[ He can't help laughing again. ]

Little of both, I think. But yeah. I'll go to him for treatments. I'm supposed to put this on like four times a day.

[ownperson]

[ ...oh my god. He's doing it again, isn't he? She squints at him, for a moment, cogs turning over the scene she arrived to... and barely resists the urge to roll her eyes. If this stupid idiot has started crushing again, here of all places, she might just lose her mind before it ever gets through his thick skull. Or, she could be mixing up the signs, because he and York have always been like this, but... ]

Four times? Oh yeah, count your fuckin' blessings that he's here and not just me or you'd be putting that shit on yourself, no matter how much you'd have to contort.

[bothbarrels]

There's only a few spots I can't see, but it's fine. Between him and me, it'll get done.

[ He figures the ointment has had a chance to soak in or dry up or whatever it's supposed to do, and he reaches over for his shirt. ]

I'm going to sleep like a rock tonight.

[ownperson]

No fucking kidding. Be concerned if you didn't after us getting woken up and this whole shitshow.

[ She idly kicks him in the shin, just to be a pest. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ He kicks back, but not very hard or very effectively. ]

I probably won't even wait until bedtime, to be honest.

[ownperson]

Guess when you do I'll either help with clean-up if it's still going or go waste some time until I'm ready to pass the fuck out too so I don't disturb your beauty sleep. Or you can go to York's, I guess, whatever.

[ She shrugs, slightly. It's easier to be a little less grumbling about the room situation when him going to York's isn't a part of avoiding her, anymore, just them being them. ]

[bothbarrels]

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[ He's gotten used to having broken-up sleep patterns over the years, but he's glad to know she'll do her best to avoid waking him on purpose.

He leans harder against the wall and sighs. ]

What a day.

[ownperson]

[ South slides to actually lay down, splayed lazily and half-off the bed, and sighs too. ]

Yeah. What a fuckin' day.

[bothbarrels]

[ He lets his eyes slip to half-mast as he lazily leans there. Soon, he'll lie down. ]

So what'd you do over there? I guess you've been busy.

[ownperson]

Bunch of fuckin' detective work. Searching one of those 'reward suites' [ she pulls a face ] from top to fuckin' bottom with that strange pink girl and Kerrigan. You saw what we broadcast, but I swept that place like three times over.

Not exactly, y'know, as intense as a fuckin' monster fight, but...

[ She shrugs slightly, then seems to remember something and sits up, plucking a couple of small bottles of alcohol from her jumpsuit pocket to hide somewhere in the room. At the same time, she pulls out a little handful of candies she grabbed on the way out and tosses North a couple with a dry: ]

Ta-da.

[bothbarrels]

[ He chuckles, trying to catch at least a few of them. ]

Rewards, or spoils?

[ He looks at the wrapper of one, opens it, and tastes it. We lets out a low whistle. ]

Wow, this is gourmet shit.

[ownperson]

[ South grins. ]

I know, right? Spoils. Like the Jorg would give us anything this good officially.

[ She gets up to find one of the little nooks and crannies in the room where it's easy to hide shit to stash the alcohol, popping one of the candies into her mouth as she does. ]

There was so much of it left on the floor even after that pink one took a bunch that it woulda been a waste not to grab some.

[bothbarrels]

A minibar too, huh?

[ He will probably leave the drinking of the bottles to her, he thinks. Strong liquor gets him drunk too fast. ]

[ownperson]

[ She nods, finding a good spot and tucking the bottles away out of sight. Easy to find again, but not easy to see if you don’t know what you’re looking for. ]

Whole minibar just sitting there. Figured, why not, couple things won’t be missed. Better than anything the cafeteria gives out.

[ She sits back on her bed and pops another candy. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ North scoots down onto his bed, his knees bent as usual, since the bed is too short for him. He yawns. ]

That's probably pretty good stuff, too.

[ownperson]

Oh yeah, one of them’s some fuckin’ high-end cognac or some shit. It’s quality shit.

[ She’s not even really a high-end or fancy alcohol kind of girl, but she’s also not the type to turn her nose up at it if its what’s on offer. ]

Probably higher end than anything we’ve ever been able to afford.

[bothbarrels]

The nice thing about that's that you don't have to buy expensive stuff to get your nostalgia on. I like cheap crap mac 'n' cheese, thanks.

[ That's just the first example that popped into his head. He yawns again and curls up on his side. ]

[ownperson]

[ That earns a genuine laugh out of South and she flashes him a smile, leaning back against the wall. She’s prepared to get up and head out whenever he passes out. ]

Crap ‘n’ cheese would be most accurate. Fuck. You’re right, the expensive shit isn’t ever the same.

[ Lot of old memories brought up, thanks to this whole affair. Usually it’d bother her, but for the first time in a long time, they don’t come with a sting. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ He laughs. ]

I'd say more like "pasta 'n' crap" but the pasta's pretty crap too. It's "crap 'n' crap."

[ownperson]

Crap ‘n’ crap. Exactly.

[ She laughs again, in a way she hasn’t in god knows how long about something like this, head thunking back against the wall. ]