#sonny 001.

[jackierco]

where: the hospital who: @criminaltypes (sonny gamble) & jackie ruiz-corioni

If the pain wasn't bad enough, the waiting absolutely was. It'd been days since the fire at Second Gear Collective had rendered him utterly useless, confined to a hospital bed as doctors worked to fix his leg. For someone as on the go as Jackie, that alone was torture with nothing to do but think; about all the jobs that he had to cancel on this week, the appointments he could no longer accompany his father to, the drop in income that was sure to make a mark even if he avoided extensive surgery, and then spiraling into an endless pit of self reflection, of what-ifs. How his life might have turned out differently, how he might have made something of himself and not had to worry about such things. Maybe they wouldn't need to rely on this business, on the Reapers, to ensure his father was taken care of -- maybe. Still, with nothing else to occupy his mind, it was easy to think in black and white, only exacerbated by the fact that he was...well, scared.

"This thing is fucking broken." He complained as he heard someone enter the room, eyes fixated on the PCA pump that didn't seem to be doing anything no matter how many times he pressed it. "You'd think they'd let me have a little extra morphine considering how close they were to amputating the damn thing." Gaze lifted, meeting Sonny's then. "Good, you're here. Can you talk some sense into these fucking circus clowns? My leg fucking hurts, bro."

[jackierco]

where: outside old rider bar who: @criminaltypes (sonny gamble) & jackie kim-corioni

"Yo, let me bum a smoke off you." Hand extended expectantly in the older male's direction the moment he spotted him -- obviously not taking into any consideration that, perhaps, Sonny had gone outside the rowdy bar in order to be left alone. Or, at the very least, that he wasn't entitled to the VP's cigarettes just because he wanted them. "Some fucker knocked into my earlier, my pack of Newports went flying into a puddle. Twelve bucks down the drain." Well, twelve bucks of Elijah's. Jackie was known to take advantage of those grocery store runs he had him going on. "I'll get you back next time, seriously." He wouldn't.

[christosgalanis]

where: pop's diner who: @criminaltypes (sonny) & christos

The Galanis boys had been predisposed to keep things close to their chest, learning from their father early on that the quickest way to make yourself a liability was to rely on any type of emotion over pure logic -- and despite the resentment he had for the old man who was busy rotting away in a cell, it was a lesson that'd been ingrained in his psyche for so long he couldn't shake it if he wanted to. It was why he never cared to talk about his trauma, all that he'd lost from his time in the service, all that he'd endured in the aftermath. Sonny was a bit of a different story, though; sure, the two men weren't itching to bring up their pasts and sing kumbaya when they got together, but there was an understanding that passed between them when they shared a meal or a smoke, a recognition neither of them shared with many others. And, for Christos, a sense of gratitude, indebtedness, considering Sonny was half the reason he was still alive in the first place.

"Heard that thing on the island was a shit show." The male remarked, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "Surprised you even went -- not just 'cause these types of events are cursed from the get go." A shrug. "Didn't seem like it'd be your scene. Definitely wasn't mine. Don't love the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of people in masks."