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That is mahogany!

Who: OPEN
What: Some crates fell from the sky
Where: The Park, near the gazebo
When: Evening, day 42
Warnings: Injury, snakes, spiders, gore, violence, strong language, will update as needed
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The ropes tightly binding the metal crates together managed to keep the pyramid formation intact even as it impacted the ground. Each crate was about five feet by five feet and the entire pyramid stood at least two stories high. Some of them are empty, some aren't meant to be opened, but there are a few that contain something special.

If you can cut away the ropes and pry open the lids, you might find a real treasure! Or you might regret giving in to your curiosity.

Don't forget to share, boys and girls.

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[ No, Jesse knows. He knows what it's like and he won't tell. But he'll keep an eye out. Just in case. Either way, Pinkman offers, and Jesse stops trying to carve at the box with his knife. Instead, he takes a deep breath, flicks the knife closed, and reaches over to hand it to Pinkman.

And maybe Pinkman gets a little smile out of Finch. It's weary, but it's a smile. ] Yeah. Seems fair.

Quit it, afore I gotta get all gay at you. [ Jesse sighs, sitting down on top of the crate he was just trying to open. He's teasing! ]

[ He gives Finch a smile right back - admittedly, something flatter, a little not looking forward to this but willing to do it. Besides, he's got the knife now. Once Pinkman's got the knife in his hands, he flips it open, pries the lid off quick as nothing. It's clear he knows his way around a tool or two. ]

[ But the latter does get a bit of a snort out of him. ] That invitation is still very closed. So get off my dick, my friend, or you can open your own damn boxes. Bitch. [ It's without malice, and he finishes yanking the lid off the crate. ] Nothin' but soup and beans; how 'bout yours? [ He gestures his head over to his own crate, as if to invite Finch to paw through it. ]

[ Jesse huffs out a laugh, kicking in Pinkman's direction. ] Yeah, yeah, I already got an open invite somewhere else, macho man. You can open my boxes with none of the benefits. [ And he winks, like a tool. He can't help it. But he does move to look through the other crate, wrinkling his nose. Nothing, really, just... ]

Aw, fuck yeah. [ Cigarettes? Yes! Took three boxes, but he found some. He waves them in Pinkman's direction. ] Ay, c'mere. Lemme give you half afore we get sniffers coming 'round to steal 'em.

[ And as he's splitting them, he thinks he can turn this into a distracting subject change. This he has to be careful with, though. ] Speakin' of, I heard you met Galen.

You want I should open your boxes? [ Jesse grabs at the front of his jeans briefly, squeezes once for emphasis. ] Yeah, I'll open your box. [ The 'bitch' isn't repeated, but it's definitely implied. ]

[ But he lights up at the prospect of cigarettes, clambers his way on over and sits on another nearby box. ] Hey, thanks man. What, uh- [ Jesse flickers his gaze up to Finch almost sheepishly, scratches a thumbnail at his eyebrow. ] What'd he say about me?

[ Oh, hey, a laugh. Jesse cackles, even as he's pulling the cigarettes from the pack to hand to Pinkman. He glances at Pinkman when he asks, though, and keeps his eye on him even as he's digging around in his hoodie for his lighter. ] Not a problem. I owe you a lot more. [ A beat. ] As for Galen, he ain't your biggest fan, but he don't hate you or nothing. Wouldn't tell me what you said t'him that rustled him up.

[ He lights the cigarette, and near-immediately, the smoke makes him relax. ] I ain't so sure I wanna ask.

[ He doesn't hate him, that's a good thing. There's a bit of visible relaxing in Jesse's shoulders as he starts to slowly pocket the cigarettes, a small knot that gets released, but he knows he's not quite out of the shit yet. He got Galen pretty riled pretty quickly, and it's not like he's one to back down from an argument - he lent a pretty good hand in continuing it. ]

Hey, man, come on - [ He gestures for the lighter regardless, his own tucked safe away at home with his pipe. ] We were just bein' dicks about it, a'ight? We were just shootin' the shit, and- [ Whatever. He scratches a bit self-consciously at the side of his head. ] If he ain't talkin' about it, he ain't talkin' about it.

[ Jesse offers his lighter over, rolling his eyes. ] Fuckin' jesus, it's like high school. Yeah, alright, whatever. I ain't gonna promise I wouldn't get mad if I knew, but. Don't pick on him, alright? Play nicely, motherfucker, we ain't gonna give you cooties. [ And he nudges Pinkman with his elbow. It's friendly, he doesn't care so much, as long as nobody's hurting anybody else. And he very much doubts Pinkman intends to hurt anybody on purpose. ]

If it was high school, I'd'a just whopped him a new one. I could take him. [ Jesse takes the lighter and promptly does the deed, sucks down some sweet nicotine and sighs happily out the smoke before he hands the lighter back. ] But, I mean, I ain't gonna. 'Sides, I got my cootie shot in, like, second grade. I'm straight up protected, yo.

[ A beat, and then, ] Why you gotta assume it's my fault anyway? Huh?

And then I woulda had t'kick your ass. Better not. [ Jesse says idly, blowing smoke in Pinkman's face. And as for the last question, Jesse pauses, and shrugs. ] I dunno, maybe 'cause I know Galen don't pick fights unless he's feeling threatened.

[ Jesse shuts his eyes from the smoke and pulls his face back into a retaliatory sneer, batting his eyelashes at Finch after and propping his cigarette back into his mouth. ] Bring it on, shortie.

- Yo, you don't think I, like, threatened him or somethin', do ya?

Nah, that ain't what I said, is it? [ Jesse answers, making a face at Pinkman. ] When he feels threatened. Look, I ain't gonna go into a speech, man, that ain't my style, but years of being picked on for something like havin' a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend makes you real defensive, real quick, after a while. Yeah?

It ain't like I'm gonna go wailin' on him with a bat or anything, man, that ain't me. I don't really give a half a shit what hole he's pluggin'. [ Jesse takes another drag, sucking in a sharp breath and gesturing to Finch with the hand with the cigarette. ] Ya know, he was the one all insuatin' that I'd take one up the backside too, don't see him gettin' no flak for it.

[ Jesse rolls his eyes as he takes a drag of his own cigarette. ] He didn't tell me that part, and neither did you 'til just now, so yeah, his bad. [ A beat. ] Is that all it is t'you? Which -- fuckin' "hole you're plugging"?

[ Jesse goes quiet a moment, ashes his cigarette and shifts his gaze to Finch like he thinks he might've said something wrong. ] How's that mean? What'm I s'posed to say?

[ Jesse shrugs, looking away, blowing smoke out through his nose. ] I dunno. It ain't about sex, man, not always. You ever had someone you really fuckin' cared about? Like - loved.

'Cause it ain't any different for me and Galen. Like - [ A beat, and he gives Pinkman a stony look. ] You tell anybody and I'll kill you, but I'd marry the fucker if I thought he'd say yes. It ain't about - taking it wherever.

[ Now there's a loaded question, love. Jesse doesn't answer Finch right away, just lets him go on about what he's saying. There's a kind of dead giveaway in just how much Jesse stands behind all that machismo at the mention of marriage, though, a rare smile that kind of curves up the corner of his mouth unexpectedly. ] Yeah? That big a deal?

[ But it doesn't last very long, his hand mopping carefully over his cropped hair as he mulls. ] I don't know, man, I got a girl back home. Sorta. Might'a fucked it up. She's real good. Her kid too. But it don't feel big like my last one, not yet.

Yeah, s'that big of a deal. [ Jesse grumbles, but he doesn't stay grumpy for long either. When Pinkman brings up his girl, Jesse glances at him, finally. ] You'll find it, yeah? It's the best fuckin' thing in the world, once you've got it.

You just gotta be willing to do a lot for the person y'love, y'know? Whatever it takes.

Yeah, [ Jesse says first, almost reverently, examines the cigarette in his hand and rolls it over in his fingers as the half a smile brewing carefully dips from his face again. ] Thought I had it.

[ And he ashes the rest, flicking the embers from the end and screwing up his face as he regards Finch again. ] Y'know, when I'm all in, I'm all in. That ain't somethin' I fuck around with, yo. I ain't no skeeze.

[ Jesse gives Pinkman a grin at that, something small, but there. ] Yeah, no, I believe you, man. S'how I am. I mean. [ And he rubs at the back of his head. ] I flirt with people but it ain't going anywhere. Galen knows.

... You thought you had it? [ Peers at. ]

Yeah? [ Monogamy and shit, man. Things he didn't think he'd ever be into when he was twenty. ] You guys got somethin' good. [ Even if it's with butt stuff. ]

[ But the question catches him off guard, too used to people ignoring his throw-away lines, better things to do and all that. He peers back up in turn, deer in the headlights for a second before he explains. ] I had a thing for a while, real good thing. [ Was it, though? ] Thought it was- y'know. Didn't end up workin' out.

[ Jesse pays attention! He's quiet for a beat, and then he nods a little. ] M'sorry, man. Really. [ He nudges Pinkman a little. ] It feels like shit when you think it's gonna work out and it doesn't. There no chance of picking up the pieces and trying again?

[ It's funny to him for some untold reason, something that draws a bit of a sick laugh out of Jesse for a moment as he squints over at Jesse. ]

Uh, no. She's kinda outta the picture. [ A beat, as he wets his lips, more sheepish, more quiet and meaningful. ] Permanently.

[ Oh. OH WOW. Jesse squints, and then sort of recoils, slightly. ] Oh. Wow, fuck, sorry. I didn't even think.

[ He laughs a little, rubbing at his neck. ] Man, do I feel like an asshole.

Yeah, I kinda- woke up. Found her. [ That's all I know. He takes in a careful breath. ]

[ Jesse's teeth bare in something that might be a grin, something wry and tired as he shrugs his shoulders at Finch in turn. ] Why, man? Ya didn't know.

[ Wrinkles his nose.] Yeah, but still, s'awful. I mean, I'd be squirmy if someone brought up a bad memory like that. Sorry. [ Wow, two apologies! Jesse must really like you, Pinkman. ]

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