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I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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You look like a shiny action figure. It's dumb.

[Which wasn't far wrong. Mick set his drink down and turned his head to the side slowly, raising an eyebrow at Ray. He wanted to be angrier at him too but in a way, he didn't blame him like he blamed Snart. He was the one that brought the space pirates on board, he knew he had his own blame in this, and captain idiot here probably would have forgiven him. He just finds it hard to be around any of the 'legends' right now.]

Did you want something?

[ his smile falters when faced with mick's full attention, but ray forces it back in place and then winces a little at the movement given the bruising on his nose. he wants to bear some of the weight of all this blame. wants the air clear. but also saying that probably isn't gonna fly... ]

Just-- wanted to be here. [ his hand starts to lift toward mick's shoulder. ] For you.

[the look he gives pretty much screams 'what the hell is even a matter with you?' because really? Was he not reading the signs? His body language? What part of him looked like he wanted a shoulder pat right now?]

Touch me and I'll snap those fingers.

[God, it was like talking to a hallmark greeting card.] Yeah, cause now you give a shit. Convenient.

Edited 2016-12-21 16:31 (UTC)

[ the hand freezes mid-air, his eyes pop wide, and ray's smile turns more nervous. vintage mick. this is mick classic. this is not post-chronos mick.

no touching, ok. the hand drops into ray's lap and he nods. ]

Yep. But it doesn't make it less true.

[ both he and snart agree on one thing: ray has to actively be mick's partner right now. while that might mean one thing to the rogues, ray can only be ray about it: annoying. ]

Doesn't make anything you say true. You only give a shit when you want to give a shit.

[And Mick wasn't in the mood for a delayed reaction of support. Where the hell was Ray when Leonard marooned him? If he cared so damn much, why didn't he say something? He must have known Leonard was taking him to his death and that was that. No forgiveness, no way out, he had to be put down like a dog.

And now, suddenly he cared.]

I'm sorry for marooning you, Mick.

[ there's no defense here. mick doesn't want to hear the apology, but ray doesn't care. he's going to give it. despite how angry he'd been watching mick let those pirates onto the waverider, he knows too much now to let it bolster his pride.

mick had been swindled into something he didn't want. in some ways, it was worse than the way stein had brought jax along, unconscious and unwilling. maybe none of them were capable of being heroes.

(also ray might be an idiot but he is tooootally bracing for a punch in the nose...) ]

[Ray doesn't get a punch to the nose. Mick just looks at him, fists clenched. There's a lot of hate and anger and all he wants to do is pick up his chair and beat Ray down with it but honestly, he's struggling to get up the energy at this point.

He's tired, bleeding, bruised and hurt.

And nobody seems to be able to leave him alone.] I don't care if you're sorry or not. You did it. [He pauses, laughing bitterly.] Nah, you didn't. You didn't even do that, did you? You just stood by and watched someone else do it.

You're right. I let Snart handle it, and I pretended like that was OK.

[ gosh angry mick is frightening. but ray holds steady. ]

But I'm here now, even though he doesn't want me to be.

[ he doesn't look away, doesn't try to escape the shame he still feels about his choices. he wants to carry this with them both. he wants to fix everyone, whether they are ready for it or not. maybe someday he'll realize he can use his big brain for better... ]

You're only saying sorry now because you have to say sorry. What kind of hero leaves a man to die? And how are you ever going to be all squeaky clean white again with that on your conscience?

[To Mick, this wasn't much. It wasn't really an apology, it was just an excuse to be forgive. Then he could move on, forget about it and leave Mick to deal alone. After all, he just had to get over it sooner or later.]

Don't worry, you don't need it. I'm a no-good criminal, right? A traitor? You did the right thing. Like the world is gonna miss a guy like me? [Like Rip said, he was nothing. He was only there because Leonard wouldn't have gone otherwise. He was an accessory at best.] I'm a nobody.

If you're looking for a mirror, you're not going to get it.

[ finally, ray motions to whoever's tending bar for his own drink. snart handled the physical part of the beatdown. ray can weather the emotional part. ]

And I'm an actual nobody. So you're going to have to try a lot harder than that to get rid of me.

We all are, though, aren't we? Just a bunch of deluded idiots who got lied to. In your case, Rip. In my case, Leonard.

[Rip tricked all those dummies into thinking they were going to be legends. Leonard tricked him into thinking they were going to steal shit. They were all cool.]

Kind of wish I got roofied like the kid. At least then I'd feel like less of an idiot.

[ this isn't about ray. he stuffs away his comment about how he's the only one who tricked himself -- and that he seems to continue to do so, unable to learn his lesson.

when mick uses his 'i feel' statement, ray's eyebrows pop upward. what the hell, give it a shot: ray lifts his glass. ]

I'll drink to that.

Good. Drink.

[Drinking was nice. It was easy. He didn't have to talk, he didn't have to feel, he could just drink. He slowly nurses his whiskey, not responding now, just enjoying the moment of quiet. He's sure with Ray that it won't last but he's not feeling much like yelling any more. He wants to be sad or be furious but the drink is slowly dulling his desires. He doesn't care right now.

He just sits in the comfortable silence, sipping his drink slowly.]

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