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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 20:58:14 GMT -5
When Moonshine volunteered to help Leo out with the gang of assholes who kept harassing him, he figured was going to come home with a couple bruises.
He had not anticipated a pair of brass knuckles to his jaw.
It wasn't broken, though, he'd dodged quick enough to avoid the full brunt of the blow. But it still hurt like a son of a bitch, and was starting to swell and bruise.
Along with some other scrapes, cuts and bruises, he looked pretty banged up. Which was why he was in the infirmary, rummaging around for rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs.
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:09:44 GMT -5
Rose was just coming back from her shift at Irving Hall, her few tips jingling in her pants pocket. She was whistling a jaunty tune as she walked in the door. And when she passed the infirmary, she stopped. Who was that with all those cuts and bruises? Wait, she knew that head of sandy blond hair. "Tyler?!"
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:12:17 GMT -5
He winced, not so much from the pain, but from the fact that he knew Rose was about to have a shit fit. "Uh, hey, Sugar. How was work?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:15:39 GMT -5
"What happened?!" she cried, her brow furrowed. She stepped into the infirmary, staring at him with wide eyes.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:17:02 GMT -5
"Now, baby, calm down. It looks worse than it is." He sighed, which made his ribs kind of hurt so he winced again. "Got into a fight..."
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:21:42 GMT -5
"A fight?! With who?! Over what?! Tyler!" She let out a frustrated sigh, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. But she did take over his job of gathering supplies. "Just go sit down," she mumbled.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:23:15 GMT -5
He scuffled over to sit on a bed, looking like a 10-year-old who just got scolded. "Leo was havin' some trouble with these guys, and we all offered to help him out."
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:28:46 GMT -5
She dumped bottles of rubbing alcohol and iodine on the bed, then sat down across from him. She softly touched an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a cut on his cheek. "Is Leo that Spanish speaking guy?"
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:32:45 GMT -5
He hissed, wincing. "Yeah. Nice guy." He gave her a smirk. "Don't want ya hangin' out with him, though. 'Parently, girls think his accent's sexy."
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:37:39 GMT -5
She just let out a heavy sigh, tilting her head as she touched the cotton ball to another cut. "Jesus, Tyler..."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:39:03 GMT -5
He winced again. "Look, the guy needed help. Who the hell'd I be if I let the other guys take a beatin' without helpin' out?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:43:45 GMT -5
"Oh, right, I forgot. You're noble," she chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I'll be right back." She stood and went to get some ice from the kitchen, wrapping it in a towel, then coming back to place it on his jaw.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:45:40 GMT -5
He let out a whimper went she touched the ice to his jaw. "Ow..."
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Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 21:49:31 GMT -5
Rose frowned, letting up on the ice pack. "Poor baby..."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 29, 2011 21:53:41 GMT -5
He gave her big, sad, puppy eyes, pouting up at her. "My face hurts."
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