I've been working on a cocktail called "Grounds For Divorce".

[hostage]

Who: Jesse Pinkman & Jasper Hale & then also Walter White
When: Early evening of Friday, December 14
Where: A parking garage in Sector 2
Summary: Apparently some guys don't like it when you bone their wife.
Warnings: Violence and maybe gore and definitely slurs being tossed around.


[Another day at the lab, done. If Jesse had hoped for work to slow down after Wednesday's anomaly, he was mistaken. SERO only picks up the pace after an event like that. He's been worked to the bone and he still has to make a meeting at the pawn shop in half an hour.

He lights a cigarette as he steps out of the elevator and into the parking garage. His spot's assigned so he doesn't bother to look up as he starts walking toward it, familiar by now. He checks his NV for messages, first, then pulls out his wallet to rearrange his cards. His SERO I.D. has a tracking device on it, which is a problem when he's on his way to a deal, so he's busy slipping it into a lead sleeve.

He doesn't notice he's being followed.]

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[hostage]

[As soon as Jesse's sure he has it, he releases Jasper and shoves him away gladly. He doesn't want to keep fighting and it's only better for him if Jasper goes running off. He'll only risk activating the distress signal on his I.D. when he can be sure he won't be interrupted halfway through it.

For now, Jesse tries to roll away while pressing his good hand to the gaping wound on his throat. He's going to bleed out here if someone doesn't find him soon, he knows that. He looks over to see what Jasper's up to now, and sputters with blood gurgling in his own mouth:]

You b-better hope I don't die, bitch, or I'm taking your powers with me.

[empathetics]

[Jasper remains prone on the ground for a few moments, retching. All his body wants to do know his choke and reject all the blood he's just consumed. He coughs, his still unfortunately red gaze snapping back to Jesse when he speaks.]

Give them-- [He breaks off with a fresh round of coughing, spitting out some blood in the process. He breathes a shallow breath.] Give them back.

[hostage]

[Jesse's response to that plea is to kick out his leg to strike Jasper in the side. He can't manage to stand up, dragging himself along the pavement to get closer to his car. Even if he won't be able to escape, he wants his gun.

He can't make it three feet before he collapses on his side again.]

Just... get the fuck... away from here.

[empathetics]

[The kick actually hurts, and Jasper lets out a grunt, curling in on himself briefly. He gags, but thankfully no more blood comes up at the moment.

Pulling himself to his feet, Jasper glares down at Jesse, shaking and shallow breathed. He rubs a hand across his mouth, it comes away smeared red.]

Don't think this is over.

[If Jesse lives at least. If not...

Jasper turns, he really has gotten tired of this feeling of slowness, the lack of precision. But who knows, it may be something he'll have to get used to.
He takes off at a stumbling run.]

[hostage]

[The moment Jasper turns his back, Jesse decides it's safe to take his eyes off him. He's been trying to keep pressure on his neck the whole time, but now that he moves his hand away to search for his card, the blood just comes spilling out. His fingers are so slippery that even when he finds the wallet, he can't work the card out of its shield. When his hand starts to go numb, he gives up and presses his palm back against the wound. He intends to pray, even starts to form the thought - but then he blacks out.]