[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson swallowed, rubbing at his eyes angrily. He wondered if they'd found the drugs and needle in his pocket, wondered if they had told his parents. Wondered if he would ever be able to get rid of the replica he had. He doubted it. He wandered over to her quietly, brushing at his tears again.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Jourdan sat Tripp down, working quickly to fix his wings for him. "You've gotta stop pulling on them, okay?" She told him with a smile, patting his back to tell him he could get up. Deacon was waiting at the gate to drag him back to Earth.

Nevada whimpered, trying to push him away. But he'd lost all strength. He finally slipped into a dead sleep, unable to fight Nixon as he carried him out to the car to drive him further into the outskirts of town.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Maybe," Jayson mumbled, crouching to hug Tripp tight. "Bye, buddy.." He smiled faintly past his tears, and straightened up, slinking over to Deacon quietly, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Bye, mister!" Tripp said, hugging him tightly before he climbed back up into his mom's lap, curling up against her. Deacon reached over, hugging him gently. "Where to, boss?" He asked, slowly walking him to the edge of the clouds.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson barely bothered with the hug, sniffed softly. "I dunno.." He mumbled brokenly. "Not home..I gotta find Nevada...he's sick, Deacon...he needs his medicine.. I gotta find him.."

[deacon reid rudman]

"The furthest I can bring you is the neighboring town. Town square, if you want to." He looked around, not sure what good it would do him if he didn't get help. "I dunno. Think. We found Nevada on the edge of town in the old theater. So wouldn't it make sense he brought him back there? Or out of town?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Guess so.." He mumbled, growing more and more indifferent as he lost hope in finding him. He wasn't his anymore..was he? He'd fucking died. His body was brobably in a freezer somewhere right now..

[deacon reid rudman]

"Okay. Just remember that Nevada loves you. And if you don't find him, no one will. That and I'm dreading when they tell Zander that you're dead and he's missing." Deacon looked over at him, then stepped off the cloud, dragging him down with him. They ended up somewhere between Estenberg and the neighboring town.

"Good luck. There's a diner down the road and an old hotel and a game parlor and a tavern and all that jazz. That way." He pointed, then pulled himself to his feet.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson nodded dejectedly, looking around with a breath of relief at the place. He was still pissed he was immortal, but he figured it could stay that way until Nevada was safe. If he was alive.. "Thank you, Deacon..."

He hesitated, then caught his arm. "Oh uh.. Don't tell them I'm back...I gotta do this myself right now, okay..?" He pulled the baggy out of his pocket again, looking down at it brokenly.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You're welcome." Deacon said as he started to dust himself off. He looked down at him, then squatted down so he could look at him. "I'm not gonna say anything. And I won't tell you how to live. But I need you to listen to me like you've never heard anyone speak before. You're lucky you're back. Nevada gets his life back. When Connor's gone, I don't. Don't take that for granted, even if that means one day Nevada's gonna die. He loves you more than he's ever loved anyone. He didn't know how to love until he met you. And if you throw that all away and get your wings stripped, he's going to watch you die every day. And it's going to kill him. Not everyone gets a second chance, Jayson."