"Tulip, please," Jesse sighed, cursing under his breath. Honestly, there wasn't any point explaining to her why it wasn't a good time. Nothing would be a good enough reason for her anyway and he'd just have to accept that she was going to be bitchy at him for the time being.
"Okay. When will you be back? Shit's a bit out of hand here, y'know?"
He hadn't yet formulated where he could hide from the Sheriff at. Shit, being on the run in a small town was kind of hard.
Tulip rolled her eyes hard at Jesse’s words. Maybe she should have cut him a little bit of slack, he was trying to make things right between them, even if it did involve some stupid message about pancakes — and, were she to be truthful, it did make her smile just a little when she had thought about it later. She’d assumed that Jesse had completely forgotten all about their times on the run before, blocked them out in favor of Bible verses and whatever the hell else that Preacher’s thought about. Had she not been right in the middle of trying to tie up Carlos, she might have even picked up the phone and reminisced with him for a little while.
They’d had more than a few good times in Kansas City, kicking ass and taking names.
“Probably five hours or so.” That certainly was a long way out for just a hamburger. Maybe that was a little suspicious, so she continued on, trying to distract Jesse from asking her any more questions about her location, or what she was doing. “What? You got like back-to-back baptisms and you’re all outta holy water? That new girlfriend of yours ain’t picked up your dry cleaning or somethin’?"
Really, how much trouble could Jesse have actually been in? It was Annville, for God’s sake. Hardly anything exciting ever happened there.
"Five hours..." Jesse questioned, his brows raised because what exactly what she up to? He felt a frown tugging at his mouth when she changed the subject.
He sighed loudly because there she went being frustrating. "I ain't got a girlfriend, y'know better than that. And no baptisms.. Shit," he exhaled again, rather loudly whether the sound was annoying in her ear or not.
"I gotta go."
man on the run. No time for frustrating phone calls with a woman definitely up to no good.
Part of her was a little annoyed by the fact that he denied having any girlfriend at all -- which put him near the top of her list of 'people who needed to be stabbed in the eye with a screwdriver.' -- especially after he'd left her such a heartfelt message on her voicemail that could have very well implied otherwise.... Or it could have implied that Jesse had nothing better to do and no one else to talk to while he was eating breakfast that morning.
"Then what the hell are you do--"
Click
"Jesse?" Tulip pulled the phone away from her ear, the screen flashing a 'call ended' message across it and if she had been mad at Jesse Custer before, she was fucking infuriated with him now. He'd hung up on her. He'd hung up. On her. Like they were a pair of teenagers in an argument about whether or not they'd go to the prom with one another. Her fingers worked rapidly over the keypad the moment that she'd pulled it back up on the phone display, dialing Jesse's number right back.
"That fuckin' asshole! Who does he even think he is? Leavin' me some convoluted message about pancakes and then hangin' up on me? Really?" She kicked the trunk of her car hard, Carlos' muffled cries echoing from it. "I swear to God, Carlos, I'm choppin' his balls off and puttin' 'em right next to yours on my mantlepiece. Just you fuckin' wait." She spoke to the man, who likely couldn't even hear her, as she listened to the phone ring on the other end of the line.
He was really tempted to just let it keep ringing but he finally answered it and before Tulip could start yelling at him or even if she was mid sentence.
"Fuck, Tulip, Sheriff Root is after me I'm trying to stay out of jail. I'll talk to you later."
"Listen there, Jesse Custer, you don't just do hangin' up on me! I dunno who the hell you think you are, but I ain't just some floozy that you picked up--" Tulip's words were cut short by Jesse's explanation. Or lack thereof one, since he didn't exactly do much of elaborating on why he should have been thrown in jail. Wasn't he like the one person in that damned town that everybody loved like he was Jesus Christ himself?
"Whatever. I'm gonna be in town in a few hours and your ass better get to explainin' what the hell it is that you're talking about. You got me?"
Now it was Tulip's turn to hang up on him, and she did, the line going dead with a resounding click.
"You better make room, Carlos, you might end up havin' a friend in there with you soon enough."
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Date: 2016-08-10 07:54 pm (UTC)"Okay. When will you be back? Shit's a bit out of hand here, y'know?"
He hadn't yet formulated where he could hide from the Sheriff at. Shit, being on the run in a small town was kind of hard.
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Date: 2016-08-10 09:40 pm (UTC)They’d had more than a few good times in Kansas City, kicking ass and taking names.
“Probably five hours or so.” That certainly was a long way out for just a hamburger. Maybe that was a little suspicious, so she continued on, trying to distract Jesse from asking her any more questions about her location, or what she was doing. “What? You got like back-to-back baptisms and you’re all outta holy water? That new girlfriend of yours ain’t picked up your dry cleaning or somethin’?"
Really, how much trouble could Jesse have actually been in? It was Annville, for God’s sake. Hardly anything exciting ever happened there.
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Date: 2016-08-13 09:44 pm (UTC)He sighed loudly because there she went being frustrating. "I ain't got a girlfriend, y'know better than that. And no baptisms.. Shit," he exhaled again, rather loudly whether the sound was annoying in her ear or not.
"I gotta go."
man on the run. No time for frustrating phone calls with a woman definitely up to no good.
click.
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Date: 2016-08-14 06:45 am (UTC)"Then what the hell are you do--"
Click
"Jesse?" Tulip pulled the phone away from her ear, the screen flashing a 'call ended' message across it and if she had been mad at Jesse Custer before, she was fucking infuriated with him now. He'd hung up on her. He'd hung up. On her. Like they were a pair of teenagers in an argument about whether or not they'd go to the prom with one another. Her fingers worked rapidly over the keypad the moment that she'd pulled it back up on the phone display, dialing Jesse's number right back.
"That fuckin' asshole! Who does he even think he is? Leavin' me some convoluted message about pancakes and then hangin' up on me? Really?" She kicked the trunk of her car hard, Carlos' muffled cries echoing from it. "I swear to God, Carlos, I'm choppin' his balls off and puttin' 'em right next to yours on my mantlepiece. Just you fuckin' wait." She spoke to the man, who likely couldn't even hear her, as she listened to the phone ring on the other end of the line.
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Date: 2016-08-14 06:48 am (UTC)"Fuck, Tulip, Sheriff Root is after me I'm trying to stay out of jail. I'll talk to you later."
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Date: 2016-08-15 11:38 pm (UTC)"Whatever. I'm gonna be in town in a few hours and your ass better get to explainin' what the hell it is that you're talking about. You got me?"
Now it was Tulip's turn to hang up on him, and she did, the line going dead with a resounding click.
"You better make room, Carlos, you might end up havin' a friend in there with you soon enough."