[ Honestly, if they have a spare room to dump him in, Jefferson won't protest. The prospect of going back to his motel room isn't something he finds particularly appealing right now. So, sure, he'll go home with this nice couple and sleep off the booze.
...
It's a really good thing they're not serial killers.
He looks at Kenzi, offering a drunk and apologetic smile. ]
Hi... Sorry I kissed your husband...
[ There's a sentence that triggers some deja vu, like he's been caught kissing somebody else's spouse before. Huh. Jefferson blinks blearily and lets Brock guide him, though he doesn't register when he's being lifted up until the world spins and suddenly he's in Rumlow's arms.
Like a bride.
What a strange feeling. Whatever. He won't protest, because it beats trying to walk right now. He just wraps his arms around the other man's shoulders and nestles his face in the crook of Brock's neck, murmuring: ]
You're strong.
[ Carrying all 160 lbs of him like that. All in all, he supposes this isn't such a bad end to what had been a pretty lousy day. ]
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It's a really good thing they're not serial killers.
He looks at Kenzi, offering a drunk and apologetic smile. ]
Hi... Sorry I kissed your husband...
[ There's a sentence that triggers some deja vu, like he's been caught kissing somebody else's spouse before. Huh. Jefferson blinks blearily and lets Brock guide him, though he doesn't register when he's being lifted up until the world spins and suddenly he's in Rumlow's arms.
Like a bride.
What a strange feeling. Whatever. He won't protest, because it beats trying to walk right now. He just wraps his arms around the other man's shoulders and nestles his face in the crook of Brock's neck, murmuring: ]
You're strong.
[ Carrying all 160 lbs of him like that. All in all, he supposes this isn't such a bad end to what had been a pretty lousy day. ]