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[ maybe this is the point where she's supposed to say thank you for braiding my hair while making sure i didn't get vomit in it, or be on her way, or tell her dad where she actually is so he can come get her. but herc's voice is sharp and agitated, and she barely cares to follow his orders when he's trying to be kind to her; when he's actively angry, she's much more inclined to just ignore him.

besides yancy becket is being kind and hospitable, offering coffee, ] No, that shit's awful — [ and back in the phone again ] — I wasn't talking to you. [ and getting up to make it no matter what kind of face she's making. and she can sit in the warm spot he left behind and listen to herc yap at her without really listening.

there's a lot of swearing, a few declarations of i'm a big girl, a lot of eye rolling, and a lot of chuck curling up with her knees to her chest in faux comfort (because no matter how angry you perpetually are with your father, it still hurts when he's angry with you) and eventually they hang up and chuck remembers that she's sitting grumpily in yancy becket's bed and wow, that's weird. maybe she should have taken him up on that coffee, because her mouth kind of tastes like stale vomit and that's gross. is it too much to ask to use his toothbrush? probably.

whenever he returns, she's still sitting criss-cross applesauce in his bedclothes, hair ruffled and chewing the inside of her lip because explaining herself sounds almost as bad as apologizing or thanking him. ]

[That really gives her away-- not liking coffee. If he wasn't completely sure before, he is now but they haven't got anything like tea in the room. Raleigh doesn't drink caffeine (Yancy won't let him) and he's not a tea kind of guy, so they just bring their own coffee pot and coffee with them on these press tours.

But he's fucking tired, he needs something to wake him up fully so he's making himself coffee. And he pours her a second cup, even though he's pretty sure she won't drink it at all but it's polite, you know. She kind of looks a little like death warmed over, it might help if she gives it a shot.

Yancy kinda lingers though, until he hears the one sided argument die down in the other room before he comes back, mugs in both hands.]

How are you feeling?

Like shit, how do you think? [ she snaps, instantly uncurling her legs because sitting like that makes her look small, and weak, and fuck that. ]

You don't look so hot either. What'd you do last night?

[Yancy's not phased really by her snapping, he's got two younger siblings who fight about whether the sky is blue. It takes a lot to really get under his skin. He just sips at his coffee and offers her the other mug, take it or he'll just start double fisting it, he doesn't really care which.]

I made sure this ungrateful ginger didn't kill herself on her own vomit.

[ if it were at all possible, chuck's eyes narrow even more, her glare quickly going from aggravated to ugly, and murderous. mortified too,if the pink in her cheeks and running down her neck is any indication. she chews the inside of her cheeks, and then just gnashes her teeth a little. but since she can't bring herself to keep eye contact with him, she drops her gaze and stares at the cup instead. ]

I said I didn't want any of your shitty coffee. And I didn't ask you to take care of me.

[Yancy shrugs, whatever, that's more coffee for him and he sure as hell needs it. He's not a morning person.]

Nah, you asked for a lot of stuff but not that.

[He sips his coffee again and then he sits on the bed next to her. It's his bed, isn't it.]

You're welcome though. Wasn't just going to leave you to suffer alone.

[ her lips pull into a sneer, and her tongue prepares a ready drawl of yeah, you're a really good guy, but then she has to stop. stop, think, glance toward the mini bar to see if she'd laid waste to theirs too, glare at him. what are you implying yancy becket.

cautiously, oh so cautiously: ]

What'd I ask you for?

About a dozen drinks. My wallet so you could buy yourself drinks.

[Neither of which he gave to her, for the record. She couldn't even find his wallet if she wanted to and she never got that close to the mini bar.]

You also came on to me and Raleigh, sometimes at the same time. It was very flattering.

[ woah woah woah no — fuck that last thing he said. ]

That's bullshit. I wouldn't do that — I didn't do that.

[ but, there's that thing, that little known fact that her shatterdome bunk in sydney has a few posters, and there might even be a signed GIPSY DANGER USA shirt somewhere that her uncle got for her. and there's that other thing, the thing apart from hero worship, where she's turning a rather ugly shade of ruddy pink. ]

[Yancy raises both eyebrows at her like, yeah girl, you would and did do that. It was kind of hard to figure out what she meant at first but the hand on his hip definitely made it pretty clear.]

Pretty sure you did. But it was flattering and I won't tell your dad.

[ her knee jerk reaction is to punch him in the teeth and run, flat out run, make a break for it and he's have no teeth so he'd have trouble telling anyone anything, let alone telling her old man about her proclivities. she even goes so far as to curl her hands into fists, but doesn't get any farther than digging her nails into her palm before (bitterly, bitterly) remembering: ]

My old man's got bigger things to worry about than me. [ which sounds incredibly melodramatic, and sometimes feels very melodramatic and awful as well, but it's true. he's kind of high up there in the ranks; he's important, and she'd be proud if she wasn't so angry and didn't feel so abandoned. who left their kid in a hotel room anyways; he'd practically asked for this trouble. ]

You can tell him anything, I don't care. He'll apologize but he won't care either. [ and she'll get a halfhearted, distracted lecture that won't stick with either of them whooptie fucking doo. ]

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[To be fair, it is entirely melodramatic. But he's used to that kind of shit, between Raleigh and his little sister, because really. Half the time, Raleigh acts like a melodramatic teenage girl and Jazmine is definitely a melodramatic teenage girl.]

Good thing I don't need or want an apology then. [He shrugs, finishes off the last of his coffee a moment later. And he's totally going for the extra cup that she turned her nose up at.]

You can stay here and mope all day if you want.

[ who wouldn't turn their nose up to coffee, it was gross; apparently suited only for old men and tragically heroic ~~and good looking~~ americans. you sip your nasty travel coffee, becket; she'll just be staring angry daggers at you until her eye twitches. ]

...no, [ chuck decides after a moments appraisal, sucking on her teeth and finding that, nope, there was no teeth brushing last night and her mouth kind of tastes like death. that, because chuck hansen is in the business if letting every little thing that possibly could ruin her day ruin her day, of course only sours her mood further. ] I don't want your pity shelter.

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[It kinda smells like death too but he won't point that out right this moment that he can smell her breath from a few feet away. See, he's such a gentleman.]

Pity? Who said anything about pity, kid?

[It's habit for him, to call people kid even if they're just a day younger than him. It's nothing personal though she'll undoubtedly take it as an insult, the way she's spitting fire at him.]

And even if we did, who said that you don't need it?

[ good thing she ended up on his couch and not someone else's; even raleigh'd probably say something stupid and then there'd be blood and curses and there weren't usually travel tooth brushes in holding cells. though still, she is most certainly not a kid. young, maybe, but smart, and she certainly feels like she's experienced four or five too many hardships to be considered a kid.

the immaturity is just a... yeah, a side effect. blame the kaiju blue or something. ]

I don't want to inconvenience you, then. I'm sure you have press conferences to do, or pictures to sign — and believe it or not, I can order room service and watch television by myself, in my own room, without you.

[Yancy can tell this is like hitting against a brick wall that is learning how to hit punch back and he's really not sure if he has the energy this early in the morning to keep on fighting with someone that he just met the night before.

(Of course he does because Yancy Becket is a mother hen, there's a picture of him in the dictionary next to that word, and he can't help but want to help people and take their problems on as his own)]

Then do it. Or stay here and run up the tab in Raleigh's name. I'm going to take a shower.

Fine, [ she snaps with some incredibly misdirected bitterness, and pointedly doesn't look at him while he removes himself to shower.

she doesn't leave either. for all her big talk, chuck doesn't want to go back to her own room unless she absolutely has to. she thinks about it, of course, because she'd said she was leaving. but when she stands up to actually head towards the door, she gets distracted by one of the bomber jackets, running her fingers along the thick leather and eventually putting it in because, really, who gets a chance to wear their idol's clothes (and of those few, how many are actually creepy enough to do so? chuck hansen, that's who.)

she's back on the bed, sprawled across the foot of the queen mattress and clicking through news stations (all covering the conference, wow big surprise there) and idly chatting with room service. ]

— yeah, tea. Earl Grey, I guess. Have you got mint? ...tummy time? Fucking stupid name, but I'll take it. ...um, do you have soup options, I want — ...oh okay, just bacon and scones. [ she waves at yancy without looking at him whenever the bathroom door opens. ] And can I have a tooth brush?

[Luckily (or not so) for her, Yancy had the foresight to bring his clothes into the bathroom with him and not wander around in a towel like he usually does when the only other person he has to worry about being around is Raleigh or a one night stand and it's just the former and the latter is definitely welcome to take the towel off.

He's pretty sure that Chuck Hansen is not legal so maybe she stays away from his towel.

But his not his jacket, apparently. Yancy stares at her, crossing his arms over his chest.]

You want my wallet too?

[ damn him and his foresight. ]

No, that's okay. [ he looks very pretty with his hair wet and face flushed from the hot shower, however; which she discovers when she cranes her neck back to look at him upside down. and smirk. ] They're charging it to your room tab, so I don't need it. What's that, Sandra? Yeah, that's everything, thanks.

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