sliceitwithwind | Terren Apples

Braig quirked his lips a little, "Don't actually have one in the works right now. 'Ve been busy with school."

Dilan clapped Pierce on the shoulder, "It's okay, not your fault. You probably just would have gotten in each other's way if you'd been a fighter, it's hard to fight with someone else." He didn't like waiting for a cab, but...he could do it.

"What? You have failed me Braig. Utterly." She patted his chest gently and climbed up into the ambulance. "School you can talk about? I like hearing about things that you haven't already landed as classified. I swear, you two and the C-word..."

Pierce sighed and stood up, barely swaying. Amazing how adrenaline could help against alcohol. "Yeah, probably right. Wanna try to talk one of the cops into taking us?"

"Yeah. We're doing space experiments. Managed to get gravity to twist enough..." he started talking about levitation which was, somehow, not flight. Did not manage to keep it at layman's levels of science, but he tried.

"...Can you? Cops tend to look at me funny. It's the size and the dreads and stuff."

"You and making physics cry..." Aya offered fondly, leaning forward to lay her cheek on his hand once everyone was in the ambulance. "What is your grudge against gravity anyway?" She couldn't help it, she needed to touch him. He was hurt. It...made sense somewhere in her brain.

Pierce nodded then staggered upright enough to go talk to one of the cops. Something about needed to get reports from the others, but two leaving, and why didn't they all ride together? Pierce COULD bullshit after all. "Okay, car twelve there."

Braig's hand cupped her face. "Don't cry, babe. I'll be okay." he said roughly. He loved her so much, and he hated that she was worried.

Dilan squeezed into the back of the cop car with a mumbled, "Thanks. He's my best friend." and the cop nodded before heading towards the hospital.

"Hey, I'm not crying you goof. I'm just worried, and still wondering why you hate gravity." She kissed the palm of his hand and tried on a watery smile. "If you start fussing at me I"ll have to get angry that you got hurt. Let's not do that right now okay?"

Pierce slid in next to Dilan and laid his head back on the seat. "And I'm friend dude #2. Been a night huh?"

"Okay." Braig decided, "And I don't hate gravity. I just wanna know more about it."

"Yeah. Aya and I got back upstairs and crashed pretty early...did not expect this. Was he okay? We expected to see him."

She nodded, offering a smile as she listened. "Nah, I really think you have a grudge against it. After all, it pulls on your spine all day..." she teased gently.

PIerce sighed. Right. Cover story time. "Well, we kinda lost track of time. I needed backup you see, meeting a rival programmer and then we got drinking and stuff...I shoulda let him go to the con you know? But we were having fun."

Braig patted her hand, then relaxed as the EMT got a nice needle full of painkillers in his arm. "Nah. 'S fascinating."

"Okay." Dilan said after a minute. He...smelled BS, but wasn't going to argue it. If it was something the older men didn't want him to know, well. He could be sneaky and find out later!

Yay painkillers! She approved! "Fascinating, sure, in that 'I'll end up accidentally in space without a suit' kinda way! You know more astrophysics students are lost that way!"

Pierce sighed, not caring how much Dilan guessed as long as he didn't ask questions. "So how was your day man? I need to get there tomorrow to get some art done."

"Are not. I'm not going to end up in space. I have a lab." It made sense to him, anyway.

Dilan smiled, "It was fun. Aya and I did cosplay as Terran Apples, and it went over really well. Later we just hung out listening to panels."

"A lab makes it even more likely because you think you're safe!" She patted his hand gently instead of swatting him. She was gentle when they were hurt! "I will be annoyed if you end up orbiting earth."

Pierce coughed, "The Terran Apples?! Holy shit man! Like, really?"

"Understood." He flipped his hand over to grip hers. "I won't."

"Yeah." Dilan grinned, "Aya had a wig and stuff, we looked awesome."

"Good, because I can totally kick a ghost's ass, and you would have earned it then." She squeezed his hand and smiled. "And for the record, Pierce is terrible backup."

Pierce shook his head and whistled. "Tell me someone got pics man. That takes guts you know? I bet you win a prize for cosplay."

"Nah. He stayed outta the way. Can't ask for more." Braig pointed out, closing his eyes. Niiiice drugs. Haaaappy drugs.

"Lots of people got pictures. I don't care if we get a prize or not, it was fun."

"Well, there is that I guess. I'm still annoyed." She used her free hand to pet his hair gently since it seemed like he was passing out of the realm of coherent conversation.

PIerce grinned. "I will have to find everyone who has any con pics then, just to see! They link most good photos to the con page. Hmm..."

Braig gripped her hand a little tighter, then closed his eyes and slipped into a light sleep.

"Sure, man. Enjoy? Just don't ogle Aya."

Aya let him drift as much as he was able, after all none of the machines were screaming and Dilan could do a mean Detox when necessary.

Pierce coughed, then glared at Dilan. "Dude, I know how old she is! I just want it for the 'Yeah, I know those crazy Terran Apple kids' factor! Geeze. Ew."

"Fair enough." Dilan said, looking serene. Or as serene as it was possible to be when squeezed into the back of a cop car built for smaller species.

"Damn straight it is." He sniffed, then looked around the back of the car. "Huh, well, this bites. Would it help if I tuck my legs up on the seat?"

"Not really." he said, "I'm just glad it's not a long ride. He's going to be okay, right?"

Say "right", Pierce, or you'll have an even MORE fretting large predator next to you.

"Right," Pierce snorted. "If it wasn't for that damn poison you took care of he wouldn't be doing more than telling me to slap super glue on his face." Granted, Pierce never actually did this when told to by a drunk brawler, but hey!

"...Probably. He's kind of an idiot, sometimes." But it was fond. Braig was an idiot, but he was their idiot. "I just hope I got all of it."

"Well, yeah, he has to balance the genius somehow." Just like Dilan had his moments of idiocy! It was a thing! "Even if you didn't I don't think the brute back there was able to really brew up something assassin like in it's deadliness. Worst case scenario Braig has a headache to match mine tomorrow! Serve him right, not getting hangovers."

"Yeah, that's kinda a pain sometimes." Dilan agreed, "But then, I have hangovers that make me want to die if I have two beers." he glanced at the cop, "With mom and dad at home."

The cop snorted, "Not my problem tonight, kid. Just keep it that way."

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