lowdowndirtydxceiver:

“Y’ heard me, I win,” Admittedly, he was quite proud of his little trick. He just had to hope that it wasn’t going to be his last one, and that’d he’d walk out of this bar with all of his extremeties attached. 

Oh, he’d be feeling that amount of alcohol within a few minutes. But he could only imagine how bad her shots were going to sting. He had to give the woman points for lasting that long on a shot of Ryncol, to be honest. He was pretty sure his ship’s mechanic used it as an engine degreaser, half the time. Granted, the tattooed woman seemed like one hell of a badass, but Ryncol was a beast all in it’s own right. And sure enough, the sudden influx of alcohol was taking its own effect on him—things were becoming pleasantly blurry and his fingertips were getting to that light numbness. A few more shots and he’d be contentedly drunk enough to make his way back to the ship. …Hopefully.

"Sorry, I’unno what n’ assbitch is or why y’ have one but I ain’t kissin’ it," he laughed, surely the only one that found that even remotely funny. But that little whimper caused his brow to furrow, leaning in to make sure she was still…well, alive. A prod to the arm should suffice. ” ‘Ey, I ain’t gonna be carryin’ y’ to Huerta if you end up almost dyin’ here, and since someone ran up the tab I don’t got any money for a cab neither.” 

“You…cheated…me.” Jack muttered through gritted teeth, sliding her eyes towards him as she pushed herself off the counter staggering back. “Yo-You’re a cheating bastard!” She felt coherent enough to scream at him, luckily for him the music was far too loud for anyone to notice. She still had that one last shot glass of Ryncol and she was going to force it on him whether he liked it or not. 

“Want to…be a winner? You drink–drink that. Cheating fuck.”

Her jacket slipped and fell onto the floor and she didn’t even care. Holding up her finger with a faded T tattooed along her knuckle she pointed it directly into his face. 

Clinging on to being sober was getting hard at this point, she almost felt like she was on drugs while her innards were bleached and tormented.

Again, she was exaggerating the pain in her head.

“You don’t g-get whatever, ‘til you’ve drank that.”