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It Catches Up With You (2b/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Tom barked out a laugh, dry and stilted. "You might be on to something. What all did I do to myself?"

Butch poked his cheek, then his ribs, then his leg. The winces went ignored. "They fucked you up something good. How many did you get?"

"A couple," he said, then his eyes flickered somewhere to the left, not looking at Butch. "Anyway, you look how I'm feeling. What've you been doing?"

A chill crawled down his spine. In his head examination lights pounded on him, bared him down to skin. "Yeah, well, I've been busy," he said, "like I've got time to waste waitin' on you. A Tunnel Snake's gotta roll, baby." And with that, he turned to leave-

"Used to think I couldn't trust you farther than I could throw you," Tommy coughed. "Don't prove me right."

"The fuck would you know, alright?"

He sat up with a hiss. "Your hair isn't even done."

Oh, shit. Butch raised a hand to his limp hair. "It doesn't mean anything," he growled, "I've been busy. Quit acting like you're all damn clever, I wasn't the one who went running into shit all on my lonesome. Has anyone ever told you you're really fuckin' stupid before? All your science-y shit won't save you from being turned into beef jerky by those fucklords!" A lump settled deep in his throat, which he tried to force past by shouting. Louder. Still. "And now you're just-"

"Goddamnit, Butch, shut your trap!" He jerked at the sudden sound of Doc Preston's voice, just behind him. "I will personally put a bullet through your head if you don't stop the fucking squawking!"

Butch shot him a look, but resorted to mumbling awful nothings under his breath.

The doctor pointed him to the door. "Now clear out, you're giving me a damn migraine and I need to examine Tom in peace."

Shoulders hunched proper, he huffed out as asked, but not before kicking over a tray of empty syringes. It didn't really make him feel better, but the indignant screeching behind him helped.

He couldn't do it anymore, he gave in to temptation. Nine in the morning, and he found himself pawning off one of his jackets to Belle Bonny in exchange for one whiskey, then two, then three. Didn't really care right now that Tommy had found that jacket just for him, that he really should have saved his caps for something useful, like food. Alcohol was like liquid bread anyway, right? He'd be fine.

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I'm getting there I swear!! Hahah... Next update should be coming real soon.

Re: It Catches Up With You (2b/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I really like this and I want to know where it goes. I think the dialog is my favorite part. Poor Tom!

Re: It Catches Up With You (2b/?)

[(Anonymous)]

You've done a great job making Butch so real and human in this. I normally don't like him, but the forecast is predicting a change of hard for this anon.

Eagerly awaiting your next update.