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15; not this again... Video

[Private to Seth

Faith still looks a little harried, though not for the same reasons as in her last video - this time, it's the inmate in front of her; drunk off his ass, and apparently mad about being cut off. But hey - thankfully, she at least knew who's job it was to take care of that.]

You wanna take your inmate out of here? [Before she kicks him into the halls?]

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[She isn't worried. She's actually considering whether to pour it out.]

[One. Tight. Word.] Please.

[And if she doesn't hell make a grab for it.]

No. [Because right now? You are every alcoholic she could never stop from drinking; and for once in her life she has the power to stop it.

Also, because if you drink anymore, she's pretty sure you're going to collapse.]

[And he'll make a grab for her shoulders.]

[Seth walks in just as Hoffman tries to come up over the counter at the hot bartender.] Oh, fuck me.

[He heads for his Warden at a dead run, reaching to grab his arms.] Hoffman, what the HELL are you doing?

[Faith for her part shrugs, and pushes, attempting to get Hoffman off her - not scared to use her strength.]

[Hoffman flies back into Seth. The two knock down and Hoffman makes a grab, scrambling up] You dumb bitch I'm going to fucking kill you! Get-

[He stumbles and nearly falls. He scrambles back up to get her] Come here! Stop fucking spinning!

Someone wanna call the infirmary? [Just in case she broke a few bones; or he was, you know, poisoned?]

Ow, fuck! You stupid sonofabitch--

[Seth has had it. Why the fuck does he have to sit his own goddamn Warden through a drunken frenzy and put up with being injured as well? He leaps to his feet, knowing he can take a drunk any day of the week even with his aching arm.]

You call the fucking Infirmary. [He punches Hoffman in the back of his head with all his strength, then kicks him hard in the back of the knee.] Settle the FUCK down, you drunken fucking ASSHOLE, or you're gonna need surgery.

{Faith moves quickly, though; grabbing for Seth, and ready to throw him against the wall. They're both going to need stitches by the time she's through if they don't settle down.]

I said call the infirmary, Seth; didn't say for who.

[Hoffman's ears are ringing, his eyes are swimming]

...Stop!

Stop don't.

[his head is spinning and it's hard to stand, but he'll step-towards the both of them]

...he's my inmate. [He'll just stumble to his feet] He's my inmate. I'm a warden.

[Are there tears in his eyes? ...yes. Sobbing. Hurt and angry and holding up his badge.]

...I'm a cop. I'm a fucking cop. Don't fucking hurt him. Stop. Stop.

[He'll put himself between any further blows...which means crawling and trying to grab at their legs]

[He flies back against the wall and his face twists with outrage and disbelief.] God damn it! Get your fucking hands off me, you ungrateful bitch! [He struggles free, ripping his shirt in the process.] You know what, lady, you just won the prize of dealing with him yourself. He is NOT my responsibility, I'm a captive here, I am NOT being paid and I sure as fuck wouldn't take this shit even if I was. You clean up his puke and drag him to Zero, I am OUT.

[Hoffman's plea brings him up short, and he rolls his eyes in absolute exasperation and mops his face with a scrape-knuckled hand.]

Jesus fucking Christ I don't need this.

[She swallows, and then sighs, bending down to grab Hoffman beneath the arm and lift him.] You wanna get the other side? [She's letting the rest slide, if he'll help her with this...]

[Hoffman swoons] I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry goddamnit I was just so goddamn tired.

[He'll try to stumble to his feet and not succeed.] That port, and then that fucking newspaper and all of my friends and the people I killed are fucking alive again...because I couldn't fucking do anything.

...Just get me to the infirmarrary. Or My room.

[Seth shakes his head and almost turns to leave, but finally just heaves a sigh and goes to get Hoffman's other side.]

Yeah, I get that shit is fucked up right now, but past the first three shots all booze does is make it worse. Let's get you back home.

So why do you drink huh?

[His eyes narrow, rolling at him and then he looks away.] All my friends are alive again and Angie's dead.

[He twists in their grip] ...She's still dead. My sister, the only person who gives a shit if I live or I die is dead and she can't come back. She'll never come back...

[and he starts to openly sob]

...C'mon; let's get him home. [Not the infirmary. Not like this.]

...Yeah. [He gets Hoffman's arm slung on his shoulder and heads for the door with the two of them.]

I don't get it. If somebody on this crate can actually do shit to raise the dead, then why not make it work for your sister?

[Hoffman sniffs, sobbing.] That's why i'm supposed to help you figure out what the hell is wrong with you. Then he...he helps me get her back.

What the hell is wrong with me? [He laughed bitterly.] ...fuck.

[The bit about the sister caught his attention. At least Hoffman's pay was in a good cause. But Jesus Crap he did not need this drama in his life.]

I get it. Let's get you home.

[Hoffman leans.]

It's just hard. You don't know how long have you been here? You don't know. It's fucking jail. But jail's easier. Jail doesn't turn you into an animal and have you go..gallivanting around or turn you into a baby or have people with magic..

Fuck makes me wish I'd been caught.

Yeah, well, at least you're fucking getting something out of staying. I don't even have a goddamn choice, remember?

[He half-helps and half-carries Hoffman to the elevator.]

Been there; done that; guess which I liked more? [She guides them to it.]

[Hoffman's eyes close] I didn't either when I started.

[Seth takes a deep breath, lets it out and takes another one. In his heart of hearts he wants to smack his Warden upside the head until he shuts up with the fucking pity party. Between this and the Port he is starting to feel like he's gone from looking after a crazy brother to looking after a crazy Warden, and he's getting sick of it.] Yeah well, whatever. You're gonna get your fucking Deal, you're gonna get your sister back, and meanwhile you can take a vacation any time you damn well please.

[The elevator door opens and he walks them out carefully, his muscles tense with the urge to punch something.]

Talk later, dogs; when he's less threatening to yark. [Faith gets anger; she gets wanting to punch things out, and kick and scream. She also gets that she's a warden here, and she can't let Seth do that - not here, not now, and not like this...]

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