"Alright!" Finally sounding excited, JW headed over to the sofa and started tugging off his coat. His Violet City t-shirt was stuck to him with sweat from using his Sizzlipede as a scarf. He tugged it away from his skin and flapped it a little, eyeing the dogs.
They looked pretty peaceful but...every snuffle, every move they made caused JW to jump. He just couldn't shake the fear. They were almost like the dogs he saw in his nightmares, horns and all. JW swallowed and draped himself over the plush chair furthest from the pile of hounds.
"Oh, sitting. I forgot sitting. Sitting good. Ow ow." He leaned his head over the back of the chair and stuck his legs straight out in front of him. The chair was not made for somebody lanky like him but right now he didn't care.
"Just wait till you get to soaking and lying down in a real bed!"
Jack grinned. It didn't take too long for the first joint to be smoked - Jack rolled a few, JW did say he wanted to get destroyed - and the pizza to come and be eagerly consumed.
This? This was what he'd needed. Just good old fashioned hanging out, blowing off steam, goofing off with a buddy. It's been so friggin weird since he woke up here and so few things made sense to him, but this did. Plus JW was a hoot to hang out with!
And after dinner was time for the main event.
"There she is!"
Jack stood, arms open, showing off the opulent black hot tub that sat in a third floor room and faced a wall that was mostly window, offering a view of the city and beyond. There were no dog Pokemon up here, but there is a Stunky nappy on one of the comfortable looking waterproof chairs opposite the hot tub.
It had been a long time since JW had enjoyed a hot pizza and an even longer time since he'd enjoyed a good smoke. A good smoke. This trip had become well worth it.
JW walked up behind Jack, shoulders no longer tensed, back no longer hunched. He stood at a placid, lazy slouch instead and gazed out over the snowy city with what looked like honest appreciation. He didn't even register the smell of the Stunky.
"Man..." He scrubbed at the soft spots under his eyes with a thumb. "That's great. This is great. You're great." He gave Jack a lazy slap on the middle of his back before coughing. "I hope I don't die of the flu."
"I'm the best!" And Jack was actually starting to believe that. It turned out it was a whole lot easier to buy into your own reinvention when there was hardly anyone who knew you around.
"Come on, I'll get it going. Nothing like a good hot soak on a cold night! Plus I got another joint for when the buzz starts fading cuz...we deserve a good long buzz, buddy!"
He kept talking as he turned on the jets and got the hot tub going, then casually stripped down to his boxers. Normally he wasn't one to just take off his shirt in front of people didn't know too well, but he was stoned and JW was cool people. But he still made an effort to keep from turning his back on the other man, self conscious of the mass of old scars that covered him from neck to ass.
"Yeees," was JW's very eloquent but enthusiastic response when Jack told him that there would be more weed later. Whatever Jack had given him was easing the ache in his shoulders and back and had let him actually eat like a normal human being.
For a long moment, JW was distracted by the snow outside. From in here, it was actually nice to look at.
"Huh? Yeah, absolutely." JW finally turned and noticed the dress code. He shrugged. JW was also somebody who didn't really like people seeing his body because everyone always had an Opinion, but he was also tired and high and didn't want to flip out and think his wet clothes were attacking him.
He kicked off his jeans and tugged his shirt off over his head. JW was thin as a rake with his own share of weird scars. A few deep grooves crossed his heart and a winged snake tattoo decorated one of his protruding shoulder blades. He kept his socks and the pressure bandage that covered his entire right arm on though.
"Haaahhh! Hot hot hot, ah shit!" JW yelped as he stepped into the tub and did that painful little dance one does when willing themselves to acclimate to hot water. Finally, he had to give up and perched himself on the hottub's edge like a gargoyle, knees around his ears. "I think I'm gonna need that other hit!"
"Hey, nice ink!" He held up his right hand to show off the tribal style gear pattern tattooed in blue around his wrist. Oddly, it was the only ink he had on him. Weird scars? He knew not to say anything about them. He didn't like questions, why would somebody else. Sure, he was curious, but it wasn't the kind of thing you just asked somebody about.
"And I got ya, don't worry. I always take care of my people, and you? You're my people Jay-Dub!" Jack joined him in the hot tub after getting a second joint out of his discarded jeans. "God I love that view! I really...I'm the luckiest son of a bitch. All of this just waiting for me! I mean...it's full of little memories of a life that wasn't mine, but I gotta hand it to future-me, he...he did good for himself. He was married! To this chick I'm super into back home and some...I dunno, random hot dude with orange tips. At the same time! Go future-me."
"Huh?" For a long moment he had no idea what Jack was talking about. Then, Jack showed off his own tattoo. JW barked out a laugh. "Oh! Oh, haha, I always forget that's there. Remember how I said no acid? That's why."
He didn't seem too rueful about it though. JW reached out a long arm to take the joint from Jack.
"Huh. Jay-Dub. Haha, I like that. Shit." Once pacified with smoke, JW eased himself back into the water. He still hissed through his teeth but it was best to do it sooner than later--if he dried off he'd get cold and then it would be worse! The view distracted him.
He wondered what it would be like to time-travel the way Jack had. He hummed a little at Future-Jack's accomplishments. JW never would have dreamed that he'd be soaking in a hottub with the guy he ran feverishly around a festival with trying to fight their fate.
"I've only time-traveled forwards." After a beat he let out a snort. "I mean, faster than we all do naturally."
"Hey, if the dumbest thing ya did while on a bad trip was get a tattoo, consider yourself lucky! I known guys who really messed themselves up." Of course living on a highly advanced space station with a zillion ways to die also adds to that.
Don't drop acid in space, is the lesson.
"Time travel gives me a headache, but I always figured if you could go through time, it'd be forwards. I mean....that's how time works. How'd you do it?"
JW let out a hollow little laugh. Oh, that was one party he wished he could forget. He decided not to comment further on his youthful drug adventures and instead turn his attention to the topic of time-travel.
"I wish I knew, man. One minute I'm riding my horse across a bridge, the next I wake up in a ditch thirty years in the future."
He leaned his head back, finally adjusting to the hot tub's temperature. His achy muscles and saddle-sore back slowly grew numb. He never wanted to get back out.
"Maybe it had something to do with the thunder storm..." JW twisted his head from one side to the other to work out a crick and paused when he caught sight of the Stunky napping on the chair. He let out a half-laugh half-scream.
Jack jerked in surprise and concern, water sloshing, not sure what the hell JW had seen....until he followed the other man's line of sight.
"Oh, that's Assface McStinkybutt. She's a skunky or something like that? I dunno, she was future-me's. So now she's mine. And yes, she does unleash her own personal biological weapon when she's pissed off, and she goes right for the face. Do not piss her off."
The Stunky, knowing she's being discussed, just raises her head to look at the two men and blinks slowly.
"Assface McStinkybutt!" JW shrieked, his voice raising about four octaves. He couldn't handle it. He could not. The thing's face...did, in fact, look like an ass. Why did a Pokemon like this exist? The man broke out into braying laughter, pounding a fist against the water's surface. "What the hell!"
He started coughing.
"Oh my Gooood." He leaned back a little, his bony shoulders halfway up out of the hot tub, and extended an arm. "C'mere! C'mere, pss pss pss pss. Come here let me look at you!"
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They looked pretty peaceful but...every snuffle, every move they made caused JW to jump. He just couldn't shake the fear. They were almost like the dogs he saw in his nightmares, horns and all. JW swallowed and draped himself over the plush chair furthest from the pile of hounds.
"Oh, sitting. I forgot sitting. Sitting good. Ow ow." He leaned his head over the back of the chair and stuck his legs straight out in front of him. The chair was not made for somebody lanky like him but right now he didn't care.
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Jack grinned. It didn't take too long for the first joint to be smoked - Jack rolled a few, JW did say he wanted to get destroyed - and the pizza to come and be eagerly consumed.
This? This was what he'd needed. Just good old fashioned hanging out, blowing off steam, goofing off with a buddy. It's been so friggin weird since he woke up here and so few things made sense to him, but this did. Plus JW was a hoot to hang out with!
And after dinner was time for the main event.
"There she is!"
Jack stood, arms open, showing off the opulent black hot tub that sat in a third floor room and faced a wall that was mostly window, offering a view of the city and beyond. There were no dog Pokemon up here, but there is a Stunky nappy on one of the comfortable looking waterproof chairs opposite the hot tub.
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JW walked up behind Jack, shoulders no longer tensed, back no longer hunched. He stood at a placid, lazy slouch instead and gazed out over the snowy city with what looked like honest appreciation. He didn't even register the smell of the Stunky.
"Man..." He scrubbed at the soft spots under his eyes with a thumb. "That's great. This is great. You're great." He gave Jack a lazy slap on the middle of his back before coughing. "I hope I don't die of the flu."
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"Come on, I'll get it going. Nothing like a good hot soak on a cold night! Plus I got another joint for when the buzz starts fading cuz...we deserve a good long buzz, buddy!"
He kept talking as he turned on the jets and got the hot tub going, then casually stripped down to his boxers. Normally he wasn't one to just take off his shirt in front of people didn't know too well, but he was stoned and JW was cool people. But he still made an effort to keep from turning his back on the other man, self conscious of the mass of old scars that covered him from neck to ass.
"Way better than a cheap hotel, huh?"
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For a long moment, JW was distracted by the snow outside. From in here, it was actually nice to look at.
"Huh? Yeah, absolutely." JW finally turned and noticed the dress code. He shrugged. JW was also somebody who didn't really like people seeing his body because everyone always had an Opinion, but he was also tired and high and didn't want to flip out and think his wet clothes were attacking him.
He kicked off his jeans and tugged his shirt off over his head. JW was thin as a rake with his own share of weird scars. A few deep grooves crossed his heart and a winged snake tattoo decorated one of his protruding shoulder blades. He kept his socks and the pressure bandage that covered his entire right arm on though.
"Haaahhh! Hot hot hot, ah shit!" JW yelped as he stepped into the tub and did that painful little dance one does when willing themselves to acclimate to hot water. Finally, he had to give up and perched himself on the hottub's edge like a gargoyle, knees around his ears. "I think I'm gonna need that other hit!"
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"Hey, nice ink!" He held up his right hand to show off the tribal style gear pattern tattooed in blue around his wrist. Oddly, it was the only ink he had on him. Weird scars? He knew not to say anything about them. He didn't like questions, why would somebody else. Sure, he was curious, but it wasn't the kind of thing you just asked somebody about.
"And I got ya, don't worry. I always take care of my people, and you? You're my people Jay-Dub!" Jack joined him in the hot tub after getting a second joint out of his discarded jeans. "God I love that view! I really...I'm the luckiest son of a bitch. All of this just waiting for me! I mean...it's full of little memories of a life that wasn't mine, but I gotta hand it to future-me, he...he did good for himself. He was married! To this chick I'm super into back home and some...I dunno, random hot dude with orange tips. At the same time! Go future-me."
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He didn't seem too rueful about it though. JW reached out a long arm to take the joint from Jack.
"Huh. Jay-Dub. Haha, I like that. Shit." Once pacified with smoke, JW eased himself back into the water. He still hissed through his teeth but it was best to do it sooner than later--if he dried off he'd get cold and then it would be worse! The view distracted him.
He wondered what it would be like to time-travel the way Jack had. He hummed a little at Future-Jack's accomplishments. JW never would have dreamed that he'd be soaking in a hottub with the guy he ran feverishly around a festival with trying to fight their fate.
"I've only time-traveled forwards." After a beat he let out a snort. "I mean, faster than we all do naturally."
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Don't drop acid in space, is the lesson.
"Time travel gives me a headache, but I always figured if you could go through time, it'd be forwards. I mean....that's how time works. How'd you do it?"
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"I wish I knew, man. One minute I'm riding my horse across a bridge, the next I wake up in a ditch thirty years in the future."
He leaned his head back, finally adjusting to the hot tub's temperature. His achy muscles and saddle-sore back slowly grew numb. He never wanted to get back out.
"Maybe it had something to do with the thunder storm..." JW twisted his head from one side to the other to work out a crick and paused when he caught sight of the Stunky napping on the chair. He let out a half-laugh half-scream.
"WHAT IS THAT!"
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Jack jerked in surprise and concern, water sloshing, not sure what the hell JW had seen....until he followed the other man's line of sight.
"Oh, that's Assface McStinkybutt. She's a skunky or something like that? I dunno, she was future-me's. So now she's mine. And yes, she does unleash her own personal biological weapon when she's pissed off, and she goes right for the face. Do not piss her off."
The Stunky, knowing she's being discussed, just raises her head to look at the two men and blinks slowly.
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He started coughing.
"Oh my Gooood." He leaned back a little, his bony shoulders halfway up out of the hot tub, and extended an arm. "C'mere! C'mere, pss pss pss pss. Come here let me look at you!"