#royialty

“ thanks for coming, ” she says as she finally manages to make her way through the crowded bar, a glass loosely between fingers. her free hand reaches to lightly touch his forearm, giving it a gentle s q u e e z e in greeting before turning her body to face the room at his side. “ water, sodas, seltzers, beer and wine are free at the bar until midnight, ” she explains, pointing to the bar, and then her hand shifting to point as as she speaks, “ darts are in the back, and there will be a championship. i think starting soon ... i should probably c h e c k on that. there's also some card games, people are scattered playing those. and the music is on a playlist, but you should be able to add any songs on the playlist over there. ”

[ VOICE MESSAGE : ] ❝ please tell tony i gave him my number for avenger's and league related issues... and also tell him that's something you usually ask in person. ( quiet away from the phone ) which is probably why he's single . ❞ SENT.

[ VOICE MESSAGE : ] ❝ ... omit that last part. i know one rich human in a costume as is. include that. thanks! ❞ SENT.

“ so i'll take it that it's a no for ice skating? ” she asks, lips pursed slightly as she attempts to gage the mood. it was hardly the first time plans would change. between the two of them, noor was by far the one with the most pressing schedule. and emery enjoyed the f l e x i b i l i t y of being her own boss so ... she could accommodate what ever was needed. “ so what about ... hot chocolate and trashy tv ? ” she offers the alternative plans easily, turning to face the other woman. her hands raised in the air as if weighing the two options, favoring the latter.

while she knew it was very possible the plans would just completely fall through, if noor was tired enough ... she could hope that they could have at l e a s t have a relaxed night in. that was the crux of working for yourself. it was very easy to spend a LOT of your time alone, and sometimes even doing nothing with your people was needed.

the emergency room is bustling with doctors, nurses, patients, other hospital personal all avoiding … an entire tree branch? jayce is about to question if they should move the branch before he realizes it’s obviously  IN  someone at the moment. he quickly a v e r t s his eyes, dropping his gaze to his hand that he cradles in his lap. the skin is slightly swollen around the haphazardly wrapped wound, and there is a minor burn up his forearm that he’s trying to avoid thinking about. while the pain is, well,  awful, jayce doesn’t care. if he’d been alone in the lab he might not even have decided to get any form of professional treatment for at least 24 hours. possibly longer, depending on the results of the next test. instead,  he’d been working with is partner,  and had been less urged, more ordered to go to the ER.

so here here he stat, begrudgingly.  and he’d been sure to indicate that in the text he’d sent announcing he’d made it to the hospital in one piece. it had taken a bit of time to be seen,  and it wasn’t until someone walking by was c o n c e r n e d with how much his wound was bleeding through the bandage  ( it wasn’t t h a t bad … ) that he was brought to a bed, a nurse pulling the curtain around him and saying a doctor would be by soon. impatiently he sighs, dropping his head back against the mattress of, using his good hand to idly fiddle with the remote to adjust the bed. jayce let’s his eyes close, the vibrant gold now hidden behind dark lashes as he ponders the mechanics of the bed,  distracting himself from the pain in his hand, and the chaos that surrounded him.