[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Well then they don't have a fucking case," He muttered, glancing down at Nevada with Deacon's comment about the tattoo. When Nevada pulled his shirt off though, he gagged, pressing a hand to his mouth and standing, walking away down the hall so the sick feel would pass.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Jayce.." Nevada cried, afraid he was leaving, especially when Deacon got up and walked after him. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" He sobbed.

"It's okay. I'm just going look through my stuff, okay? Just.. finish you soup and take a shower, okay? I'll get Britt over to fix your chest." Deacon said quietly, waiting for Nevada to look down before he took Jayson by the elbow, leading him to the guest bedroom. "You want Bandit?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson's eyebrows furrowed at the question, glancing at him in confusion. "Connor's got her, she's fine," He mumbled, not sure he was understanding the question right. He chewed on his lip, playing with the stud there.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Oh. Well. She thinks you're the neatest thing next to like, glow sticks." He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call Britt and tell him he needed to come fix Nevada before he called Thatcher and told him he needed to come and cure him. "I seriously doubt I have any bell- no, I might.." He mumbled, more to himself than Jayson as he walked into the room he shared with Connor to go through his box of random body jewlery. "Aha!" He found the belly button ring and a tongue ring from when he had his tongue pierced, and walked to the bathroom to run them under hot water.

"DING DONG!" Britt called, closing the door behind him.

"Britt Britt!" Bandit exclaimed and he groaned.

"Man, fuck you guys."

"Hey, Spermy." Deacon smirked as he walked downstairs.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled faintly. "Yeah, well.." He scoffed, watching him. After he was sure he wouldn't be aick like the weak fuck he felt he was, he wandered back down the stairs, not daring look at Nevada's chest as he sat down behind him again to rub his back.
Connor glanced up at Britton from the floor and smirked.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Hey, Vegas." Britt said, and Nevada moved closer to Jayson, looking at him hesitantly. "Ew. Deacon. You do realize that like.. this is reconstructive, right?"

"Right." Deacon said, sitting down in his chair.

"Well I hope you got ropes to fucking tie him down."

"I'm not allowed to have rope. Thatcher takes all of it." Deacon said flatly. Deacon had been found in that tree entirely too many times.

"Okay then uh.. You'd better call Marc over to hold him down. His hip's fine, though." Britt stood up, running his hands down his legs. "You seriously want me to fix that?"

"Britt, my God. Cut it open, pack it, sew it back." Deacon said like it was nothing.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson flinched as he listened to them, swallowing back another gag. His back was killing him and he leaned forward some, grimacing as his wings unfurled. He huffed softly, eyebrows furrowing, and glanced at Britton, then Connor, simply so he wasn't looking at Nevada's chest.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Deacon groaned and walked to the phone. Thatcher was just walking through the door, and Nevada looked up at the unfamiliar face before he leaned back against Jayson.

"The fuck? Deacon!" Thatcher exclaimed, and Deacon held his hand up to him, talking to Marc on the phone, who said he could be there in five. He hung up and looked at Thatcher.

"What?!"

"WHO FUCKING TOUCHED BANDIT?!"

"The same guy who put a hole in Nevada."

"I don't have a hole.." Nevada mumbled, pulling Jayson's hand to him.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson took his hand tightly. "It's okay," He mumbled. "They're gonna help okay? I promise. They're friends and they're gonna make you better." He shifted his weight so his wings weren't smashed against the sofa, and kissed the top of Nevada's head.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada looked up as Marcus came in, and his grip on Jayson's hand tightened. He was starting to get nervous with all the people. "Grab the crap and we'll just.. do it in the bathroom or something." Britt mumbled, and Deacon got up to get the kit with the stitches in it, and his pocket knife.

"He's gonna think we're torturing him all over again." Britt mumbled, grabbing a bunch of towels.

"Come on, buddy." Marcus said, and Nevada shook his head.

"No.. Jayce.." He cried, moving closer to Jayson.

Marc sighed and hauled him up, carrying him to the bathroom. Marc held down his hips, Thatcher sitting at his head to gently stroke his hair. Nevada started to sob, shaking his head.

"I want Jayce.."

"I'm sorry." Britt said, kneeling down beside him.