Outside the Kwik Stop | Friday Night

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Sometimes, the days were shit.

Bellamy had stopped counting how long he'd been stuck on this island. He didn't want to think about how many days Octavia had possibly been with the Grounders. The longer she was with them, the less likely she'd live. He didn't think Finn and his delicate sensibilities would do a damn thing to get his sister back. He'd slink back to the camp and cry over Clarke. Worthless.

There was a bottle in Bellamy's hand and he sipped from it slowly, letting the liquor burn his lungs and warm him up from the inside. Booze hadn't been available on their Earth. He was sure Monty or Jasper could probably get something to together but there hadn't been any time.

Here, he'd just walked into the store behind him, produced some money and now he had alcohol and a buzz going. He didn't want to go back to the woods and sleep. He didn't want to be here at all. But, he was stuck.

And it sucked.

[Open, sure.]

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Jessica was heading to the Kwik Stop for some gum. She figured she would give the drinking guy a chance to move along, but if he was still there when she got out a couple minutes later....

Oh look. "Hey, buddy. You know, there may be more pleasant places to have a drink than right outside a place."

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Bellamy had hoped he wouldn't be bothered. He just wanted to stand and do some internal self loathing in peace.

"I'm just standing here," he said patiently. "Prefer I go to the park or something?"

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"That might be slightly more appropriate. The ducks might enjoy the show," Jessica reasoned as she pulled out a stick of gum. She wasn't on duty and he wasn't doing anything illegal (she assumed there was no way there was a public intoxication ordinance), so she was being as casual as possible. "But I'd suggest drinking at home or in one of our fine bars."

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"And why's that?" he asked, making no move to leave. He took another drink. "This your wall or something? Am I in your space?"

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"No, it belongs to whoever owns the building," Jessica said. "But I'm with the troopers, so I keep the public trust in mind even when I'm off duty."

"Any particular reason you couldn't wait longer than five steps to crack that open?"

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"Any particular reason I have to answer that question?" he asked her, shaking his head. "Because if there's not, then I'm not answering."

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"I'll give you a piece of gum if you do," Jessica offered, holding out the pack she just bought. "It can probably absorb some of whatever you've got there and give you a time release buzz for hours."

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"No thanks," Bellamy said, waving a hand at her. "Keep your gum. I'm fine. I'll move on in a little bit and you can pat yourself on the back for a job well done."

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"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Wash was there to buy cat litter for reasons that were none of your damn business. And not deal with York's surly employee who was now apparently a hobo.

Congrats on being a hobo, Bellamy.

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Bellamy saw him, rolled his eyes and turned away from Wash, leaning one shoulder against the building comfortably enough.

See, Wash didn't have to deal with him anymore.

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"Are you drinking in public?" Maybe if he put emphasis on things, it would work.

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"Okay," Jessica said, sliding the pack into her purse. "But if I find out on radio tomorrow that you did anything dumb I should have stopped, I'm going to be annoyed, okay? Stay out of trouble."

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Bellamy gave her a two fingered salute and a nod. "Aye aye, Captain."

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"Yes," Bellamy told him, keeping his back turned. "No rule against that. Already checked."

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No, but it was just sad. You made Wash sad, Bellamy.

"You know there are bars, right?"

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"Stop trying to parent me," Bellamy snapped, shaking his head. "Go away, old man."

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Um. Rude. "I am not old enough to be your parent," Wash replied, sounding so offended by that.

Oh god, York was never going to let that go if he heard about it.

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"Then, quit bossing me around," Bellamy told him, shaking his head. "I'm not your kid or your employee or your friend."

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"I'm offering you helpful advice." In a bossy manner. "You look like a hobo."

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"I don't want your advice," Bellamy told him tightly. "I get enough of that from Clarke."

And he actually liked Clarke! Sometimes.

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"...Clarke my student?"

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"I don't know," Bellamy said, shaking his head and taking a long drink from his bottle. "I don't know your students, man. Maybe?"

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Wash sighed like he couldn't deal with all of this bullshit and yet here he was. Dealing with this bullshit.

His life was the worst thing ever. Of all time.

"Let's go with yes for now." He eyed Bellamy warily. "If you puke on my shoes, I swear to god, I will break you."

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"I'm not drunk!" Bellamy shouted at him, annoyed. "I've barely had half a bottle! Would you get away from me?"

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"Okay, you keep angrily drinking in public and I'm going to buy something. Try not to pass out before I come back."

The sarcasm in this one was strong.