Title: One Wild Night (The Results Of~)
Rating and Warnings: PG-14
Disclaimer: SRatSS belong to WEP and I only often borrow them to write pieces of fiction. I make absolutely no profit of that.
Summary: just what the title says. No associations with Bon Jovi song, please.
A voice in the dark: if by this you tried to illustrate the expel from Paradise, I give you eleven points out of ten.
Saber managed to kneel up and sit on his heels. He narrowed his eyes trying to see who was there in the darkness with him. When his eyes got used to the dark the first thing he, - in fact, his nose, - could tell was the cigarette smoke rising to the air.
The same voice: you look finely pissed.
Saber rubbed his forehead, still not getting up: yesterday we had a birthday party of one of my friends. So I feel kinda hangover.
There was a chuckle of satisfaction in the dark.
The same snide voice: my my, can that be the cowpoke by any chance?
Saber immediately felt he didnít like this. He didnít like this at all. His eyes panicking raided the cell.
Something (someone?) flopped down from above. Saber faintly imagined the standard cell layout and thought that must have been one of the three bunks. He humbly managed to stand up feeling his way and wiped his knees. When he stood up upright he suddenly felt the cigarette smoke stink close to his face and retreated a few steps back.
The dark cell was raided by the yellow electricity blaze. Saberís eyes got immediately teary and he started winking terribly. When his eyes got used to the new means of light he stared at the person a few steps in front of him, still tears running down his cheeks.
Saber wiping the tears by his knuckles: uhÖ
Saber dully thought that Jesse must have spent here enough time alone if he was so unusually willing to communicate. And he himself, in fact, was willing not. He only wanted to lie back without the pillow, crook legs and eat an orange, like a normal hangovering man.
Jesse making his fifth circle: so what was the brawl you got into about?
Jesse didnít answer that. He just paused walking, raised one eyebrow and fixed his gaze on Saberís left cheekbone. It was of subtle dark violet colour. Saber felt the bruise covering in goose-skin from Jesseís look.
Saber whispered: I slipped in the bathroom.
Saber sighed. When Jesse Blueís claws get hold of one and the same idea Ö He observed a big spider, who was scared by the light and getting in one of the bunks, and turned to get on to the other, right under Jesseís. The two iron bowls of some porridge were pushed in on the small wooden bench and the doors closed again.
Saber: what does this mean?
He strolled to the bench and took one bowl. Then he turned to Saber.
Jesse: you coming?
Jesse spilled the content of Saberís bowl to that of his own, leveled it with the spoon and climbed back to his bunk, messing up there. Saber laid back, stared at the bottom of the bunk above him, a smile curved his lips, he silently chuckled and kicked the bunk above him. Powerfully kicked. A couple of seconds later from the suddenly became quiet bunk above Jesseís angry head hung down over the edge. Saber grinned expecting. For a moment Jesse looked as if he would throw himself on Saber but then he quietly returned back. Saber unpleasantly felt that his expectations somehow had gone unfulfilled.
In due time his ear was annoyed by the harsh scream of metal when Jesse was scrapping the bowl clean. Saberís body shivered, he clenched his teeth and pressed a sort of a pillow to his ears.
Saber: is this really necessary?
Saber stuck out his tongue to the bunk above him.
Jesse: are you making grimaces now?
The light winked and died. The cell drowned in the darkness again.
Saber: what now?
Saber sighed. He must have done something really terrible in his past life. Or Jesse was under the influence of some preparation. Saber didnít even know which variant would be better.
Jesse changed his body position for the tenth time during the last five minutes: do you know what is the thing that annoys outriders most in the whole forsaken Vapour Zone? The one that drives them really nuts?
ďYou,Ē- thought angrily Saber and almost grabbed his mouth in order not to say that aloud.
Jesse was still disporting: Yuma to Tin Star, Yuma to Tin Star, is anybody at home?
Some time passed before the movements on the upper most bunk indicated the occupant of it starting to wake up. Finally a long and loud yawn sliced the morning silence. A pair of legs swung down the upper most bunk and swinged right in front of Saberís eyes.
Saber: I take that as a ďgood morning.Ē
The door screamed open and a sergeant came in, a pretty scared private soldier following him. As far as Saberís memory could tell, the squatty was one of a few who arrested him last night.
The sergeant: we are terribly sorry, Captain Rider, for this terrible misunderstanding. Our private soldiers didnít know you tried to keep order in that bar and you got involved in the fight only to help to repress the armed drunkard. You and your people may leave. Please accept our apologies.
Saber jumped down from the bunk and headed to the door: well, next time be careful about whom you are arresting. Be glad we are not holding anything against you. Hey, you, on the bunk, donít make me wait the whole morning.
Saber turned on the threshold and answered Jesseís questioning stare. Jesse slowly got down from the bunk, slid hands to the pockets and strode to the doors.
Jesse to the sergeant: yeah, right.
Saber: look, you donít really have to follow me all the way.
Saber bewildered looked around for a stone or a stick.
Jesse made a mourning face: itís so sad your other Tin Friends couldnít join us. One drunkard had to carry home another. Now thatís really touching. Really.
Saber turned around and started pacing, realizing the only way to get rid of Jesse was to reach some peopled area. But Jesse wouldnít give up his position. He started skipping follow Saber.
Jesse: hey, Tin Star, letís find a city bigger and organize a brawl better!
Saber was aching for putting his palms over his ears and starting running but the remains of a Star Sheriff dignity prevented him from that. Jesse was now up to knees wading in turn the trenches on the both sides of the path, splashing the water from the last weekendís rainstorm. He jumped high, landed in the middle of the puddle and splashed the water on Saberís uniform. Saber shivered from cold drops getting under his collar, pursed his lips and turned to Jesse with a strong word of reproach just to meet another splash of water. A moment later the two men were soaked to the skin splashing in the dirty trench water, trying to spill as much water on the opponent as possible.
Saber tossing the wet hair strands back from his face: had enough?
Jesse took out the wet pack of cigarettes and looked at it surprised.
Jesse: hell. Completely forgot about that.
Jesse shot Saber a look of insulted dignity and opened his mouth to argue but the whole situation was too amusing to start a quarrel about. So he shut up and started taking off his shoes in turns, spilling out a respectable amount of water. Saber glanced at the path that was leading to the base.
Saber: umÖso I should be goingÖ
Jesse nodded silently. Saber paused for a minute, lightly kicking a soil lump, hands in his pockets.
Saber scratched his forehead: uhumÖso, adieu.
Jesse again nodded silently, finishing putting on his shoes. Saber slowly turned back and
went, water loudly splashing in his own shoes. A few times he quickly glanced over his
shoulder just to spot the receding figure sitting on the wayside rock. When he glanced for
the last time before stepping on the asphalt way to the base, Jesse had been gone.
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