Hangovers are never fun when mixed with explosives:

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

Man.

Big mystical battles completely out of his league tended to give him a taste for the really hard stuff.

Still, it's been a long time since he blacked out like that.

He rubs his head... goddamn hangover... and slowly opens his eyes.

Um. Crap. Outside.

By the side of the road.

...apparently in the middle of nowhere.

He sighs and reaches into his pocket to get a cigarette. They always take the edge off his hangovers for some reason.

He also checks his flask. Sure enough, it's empty. Hell. He needs a drink.

He doesn't want one, necessarily, but goddamn if he needs one.

He sits up... slowly... as the edge of the headache is blunted by the niccotine.

That's when he hears the explosions.

It doesn't occur to him how odd it is that strange stuff always seems to happen around him. He's an immortal talking chimp. It just seems to follow him.

On the other hand, it's never fun to deal with exploding strange stuff when you've already got a hangover.

Still, the need to help out outweighs the headache.

Moving as quickly as he can along the deserted road, he heads for the source of the explosions.

Maybe if he helps out, someone will give him a drink.

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[wondertwin-zan.livejournal.com]

The monkey bares his teeth at the cop again. "Talk to this person if you can. If he tries to shoot me again once he is free, I am in my rights to kill him."

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

The chimp nods. He looks to the cop. "Look, man. I've convinced the space-monkey not to hurt you anymore. I'm with the JSA" well, sort of "and I'm on the case. Hold your fire, got it? And get on the horn to the others, too. Hold fire."

He hopes the cop isn't stupid. Maybe, just maybe, this can be resolved without any more bloodshed.