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In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel lookin' to get fucked hard.

Who: Jesse Pinkman & Eponine Thenardier
When: Early evening of Saturday, December 30
Where: Crossroads
Summary: Eponine is Mr. Gold's whore. Jesse takes advantage of the situation.
Warnings: Not like that, asshole.

[Jesse doesn't think there's a single moment that Mr. Gold's unaware of what's going on in his shop, but he's not too concerned. After all, he's not looking to break a deal. This isn't a rescue mission and he's not a hero. Listening to Yosuke's story the other day, however, gave him an idea. It's probably one that Mr. Gold would approve of, too.

When he's finished for the day, Jesse usually leaves straight out of the back room without sticking around to chat. Today, instead, he drifts and inconspicuously stalks Eponine to a corner of the shop. With a sweet little smile on his face, he leans over and brushes her arm gently with his palm to get her attention.]

Hey, excuse me - um, sorry, I forgot your name. You got a minute?

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[Eponine jumps, startled. She turns to look at Jesse; she's seen him before, of course, at the shop, but she's never spoken to him. But he's smiling, so she smiles back]

'S Eponine, M'sieur.

[She puts down her cloth and the bottle of wood polish; any excuse to get out of cleaning is okay by her]

Course. What is it you needd, M'sieur?

[He gestures toward the magical back room.]

I just need your help with something back there, if I'm not like interrupting?

["Back there" is a place where only special customers go at Mr. Gold and Jesse's specific invitation. It's an unusual request, but it's coming from Jesse himself.]

In there?

[She's never been in, of course. Mr Gold had made sure to warn Eponine right away from there, and she's respected the restriction.]

Do you need me to clean? I might be a bit slow...

[Her left arm is a mess of padding and bandages, and bent across her body in a sling. Apparently, after taking a mauling from a wolf, this was a lucky result. She doesn't see it that way, but hey.

She picks up the cloth again though]

I don't mind...

No, no, no. Nothing like that.

[He doesn't elaborate beyond that, however, striding to the door and opening it for her with a little bit of a playful, gentlemanly flourish.]

[Why is she starting to feel like this is leading somewhere bad? Still, she follows Jesse across the store and goes in, smiling as he adds the flourish.

In fact, she thinks she knows where this is leading now. Really, it was only a matter of time before he asked.
Money up front. That was what she needs to remember. Money up front and just take whatever's coming. For a couple of seconds, she closes her eyes, steeling herself, before turning to face Jesse]

Ten dollars, M'sieur. More if you take forever.

[Jesse grins, but it's not the predatory sort of grin she's probably used to seeing. He looks boyish and delighted, like he's pulling an innocent prank or he's heard a secret he can't wait to talk about. He shuts the door once they're in the room, but he keeps his distance from her, moving to take a seat at the folding table that makes up the sole decor in this tiny room. There's another chair across from him, to which he waves.]

Please, sit down. You're beautiful but that's not what I'm looking for.

[It isn't?

She's flabbergasted. The small room, being warned away, Jesse's caution as he asked her - it all smacks of prostitution. And lets face it, Eponine is desperate. She needs the money.

She's a little embarrassed now, so she makes sure to meet Jesse's eyes, to hide that fact.

And - did he just call her beautiful?

She sits down nervously, crossing one leg over the other and cradling her injured arm with her good one]

Then what is it, M'sieur.

I'm gonna make you an offer. It's totally cool if you don't wanna do it, you know. I'll tell you all the details right now and if it don't sound like your kinda thing, just say no and I'll let you get back to work, no problem. The only thing is, you gotta promise you won't tell anybody what I'm about to tell you. Not your best friend, not your boyfriend, not anybody.

Can you promise that?

An offer?

[At least she can promise that. She has nobody to tell, except Yosuke, and he doesn't listen anyway...]

I can promise - is it for money, M'sieur? How much is it worth? I won't tell if you pay me not to.

You know what? Just picture me as a pile of money. One great, big pile of money. Like a hidden treasure, okay. Not like I'm paying you to keep a secret. More like you don't wanna talk about it 'cause if you do then somebody else is gonna steal your treasure.

[A pile of money? Treasure? Eponine can't keep a smile off her face. Perhaps, eventually, one little secret and she'll have the money to be a lady.]

I'll keep your secret, M'sieur.I have nobody to tell besides you, anyway. I can do whatever you want, if you pay me, too. What is it? Tell me. I can do it, I promise.

Awesome.

[Jesse rubs his hands together excitedly and leans forward.]

Okay, so... The big secret is I'm a thief. A real special kind of thief. And what I need is your help getting my marks to a place where I can steal from 'em and they won't even know it happened. You help me with that and I pay you for each guy you bring to me. Easy, right?

A thief?

[Eponine grins. Oh, she knows where this is going now, and suddenly, she feels a lot more relaxed in Jesse's company. Thieves, murderers, criminals of all kinds; these she knows how to deal with.

She nods]

I can do that for you... how will you steal from them? Will they remember me? M'sieur, I am already in trouble with AGI and M'sieur Gold - don't tell him I say this - and now with the Newcomers who like Ella too. And I have been to jail once here, M'sieur... I will not go again if I help you, will I?

No, no. No one will know. Here's why: I'm gonna give you the power to take away memories. That way, I do my thing and then you erase the whole thing from their memory. Same thing goes for witnesses. We make 'em forget everything they saw.

[It's Eponine's turn to lean forward now]

Take away memories? Can you do that?

[And then another thought strikes her]

Could I make anyone forget - anything? Like, say... make them forget buying a girl out of jail? Make them forget the debt?

[She looks as if she could jump up and hug Jesse. This sounds brilliant - and there is no possible way that she can get caught. Really, with that power, she could get anything she wanted; she just had to make people forget that whatever it was was really theirs.]

This is - M'sieur, will you really? I will do it, I promise. I can take them wherever you want. And we can rob them and - we can share it, yes? The money?

[He sees where she's going with this, so he holds up a hand and signals for her to pause.]

You can make 'em forget whatever you want, but you wanna be careful. Don't just go using it on everybody or they'll catch on. Psychics you wanna avoid 'cause they could be stronger than you and then it'll backfire. And definitely don't try it on Mr. Gold. It won't work and it'll just piss him off.

Besides, your debt ain't gonna be a problem anymore. Now, I ain't just some pickpocket. We won't be touching anybody's wallet. I'm after something more special and I'm gonna sell what I steal, but I'm gonna pay you up front for your service. So you tell me: how much do you want per job?

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[She sighs at that, slightly disappointed]

Well, it was worth asking. It'd be nice not to have to work if I do not want to... Though M'sieur Gold is not so bad... Why will it not be a problem? I don't want you to pay it, M'sieur. I don't want to owe anybody else.

[How much is she supposed to ask for? She's on minimum wage at Uzushio and she was on the same at Afterglow, relying on tips to make up her wage. Hattie and Gold never paid her... She decides to be greedy.]

Fifty dollars? A person. Nothing less, M'sieur, or I won't do it.

[Jesse shakes his head, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms.]

Nah... Add another zero to that. Five hundred - no, okay. Five hundred before the job and five hundred after. Bringing our total to a thousand. A thousand bucks per mark. And you owe me nothing but silence, okay. This'll be your money. You'll earn it fair and square. A thousand per mark and your debt'll be paid off in no time.

Five hundre - One THOUSAND dollars? One THOUSAND? All for me?

[Eponine sinks back in her chair, quite overwhelmed by the thought of so much money. She's never even SEEN that much - and she was going to have it every time she wiped somebody's mind? She does some (slow) mental calculations]

Then - I bring you fifty, and I can pay M'sieur Gold? Oh MONSIEUR!

[She's so excited, she jumps up with a clap of her hands.]

I will be a lady then! After those fifty. Just fancy, one thousand dollars.

When shall I start?

[Jesse laughs. He hadn't been sure how she'd react to this, with only passing encounters and Yosuke's story to work off of. He'd been prepared for some hesitation. After all, he was asking for a lot of her trust and they were going to be doing something pretty damn reprehensible. He'd hoped the money would ease some of her pain, but he hadn't anticipated excitement. He's glad, though. He would hate to feel like he was forcing her into this.

He pulls out his wallet and starts counting hundred dollar bills, tossing them onto the table in front of her.]

Let's call this a signing bonus. Thousand right now so you can get yourself some good food, warm clothes, have a spa day. Whatever. It's New Year's Eve tomorrow. You oughta enjoy it. We'll start hitting marks next week.

[She'll be nervous later, when she actually thinks about what Jesse is asking her to do. For now though, the money is far too tempting, far too overwhelming for her to think of anything else.

She watches in amazement as Jesse counts out the bills - not even from a safe - from a wallet. He carries this much around with him every day? Eponine is thoroughly amazed. Had she been the type to faint, she would have been unconscious by now.]

All of that - just for me? All of it? For saying yes? Oh, M'sieur - that is the most - I've never seen such money. All of it for me?

[She touches one of the bills tentatively, stroking her finger across the paper. Her smile is HUGE.]

I think I shall like this job!

[It's his favorite part about being rich: seeing that kind of smile on people's faces. The money means nothing to him anymore, but as long as he can keep making that happen, he'll never give up a life of crime.

Jesse gets to his feet, circling around the table.]

There's just one more thing to take care of. I'm gonna give you the power to erase memories now, so you can practice with it. Remember to be careful who you use it on. And you gotta be touching 'em to use it. From there, it's easy. You just decide what it is you wanna make 'em forget and it'll happen.

[He offers his hand to her, as if for handshake.]

[She takes it, just a little hesitantly]

Will this hurt?

Not even a little, don't worry.

[In fact, it doesn't feel like anything. No shock or sudden clarity or wealth of knowledge. No flash of light or spark of electricity. There's not even a tingle. There's just Jesse's warm hand gently holding hers for about ten seconds. When the transfer is complete, he lets go and beams a smile at her.]

You're all set.

That was all? I don't feel any different.

[Is this man playing some sort of elaborate joke? Eponine's not entirely sure, and she's not really certain on precisely how this might be funny -- unless he's planning to frame her.]

This isn't a trick, is it? M'sieur, let me tell you, if you are planning on having me arrested for your crimes, I will give your name in too.

[Still, she fidgets. She wants the money, after all.]

[She's smart. He likes that. He offers his hand to her again.]

Here, I'll prove it to you.

[She doesn't take it]

I don't want you to forget about the job.

[Well, the money,really. She's happy to be paid to do nothing]

Ah, it won't work on me anyway. I'm like a Void? But I'm gonna give you something else so you can see I ain't just messing around with you.

[She grins then, and takes his hand]

Well, as long as you won't forget that thousand dollars...

Definitely not forgetting.

[He holds onto her hand for another ten seconds, this time giving her rain creation. It's simple. It's showy. Most importantly, it isn't dangerous.

When he releases her this time:]

Make it rain. In here. Right now.

Rain?

[She looks around in confusion, as if a magic cloud might have suddenly appeared above her head. But then she begins to concentrate - is that not how Jesse had said the other power worked? She looks up when she feels a drop of water on her nose.]

Is it working? Have I done it?

[Jesse can't tell any better than she can whether it's working or not. He looks up and puts his hands out, laughing when he feels a few drops land on his palms and on top of his head.]

I think you're doing it, yeah!

[There's a loud crack then, and suddenly rain is pouring from the narrow cloud on the ceiling, drenching them both and the rest of the office. Eponine grins]

Whoops...sorry.

[But this is the most amazing thing she's seen, except for the money, and she's controlling it. She lets the rain hit them for a few minutes, enthralled by the sheer thrill of making the rain happen, clapping her hands in joy. She's never felt so powerful. She's steaming just a little; her core-given power is to always stay warm. But, after those few minutes, she closes her eyes again, willing the rain to stop. It slows to a trickle before dying off completely, and the cloud disappears with a pop.]

I DID IT!

[Jesse lets out an enthusiastic whoop, pumping his fists into the air and spinning in a circle while the rain comes down. Then he... remembers he should probably keep his secret meeting a little quieter. It's funny, how thrilled he still gets over this stuff, but he only ever sees a power when someone else is using it. His own ability couldn't be any less exciting to him, even if it does earn him absurd amounts of money.]

There, see? I promise, I'm not tricking you about the memory thing.

[Eponine's still grinning, even as she pushes her wet hair out of her face]

I believe you. Can I show people this one? Yosuke and Hattie and - oh, it'd be funny to soak Hattie!

Sure, long as you don't tell 'em where you got it. Say the Core did it or something.

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