Jester had a fucking problem.
She had been a dick to Medusa, she knew that, she was willing to accept a certain amount of shit for it even after apologizing.
But where the fuck did she get off with her oooh I don't care about you but I'll fuck you maybe as a joke because you have a crush on me bullshit?
Rejection she could deal with, this was making it hard to work with Medusa. She wanted a straight answer and she wanted it now.
And that's how, despite telling herself that she was never going to get drunk near Medusa ever again, she found herself pounding on her door with teary eyes and enough alcohol in her system to convince her making it Medusa's problem too was a good idea.
The door slid open.
"Jester."
"YOOUUU!"
"It is 4am."
"YOOOUUUUUUUU, THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING-"
Medusa grabbed her and yanked her into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Causing a scene, Jester."
Jester could see in her eyes that she was annoyed. Well, get in fucking line.
"Oh, oh am I embarrassing you Medusa? Is it so fucking cringe to be seen with the girl who has a crush on you?"
"Not what I said."
"What do you say about me, huh? I mean, whole base knows how I feel about you-"
"Your own fault."
"I KNOW! I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT! I AM WELL FUCKING AWARE THAT I'M AN IDIOT AND I BLEW IT!" Tears were streaming down her face now, she was a mess.
"Never called you that."
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO! FUCK!!" Jester slumped onto Medusa's bunk. "Can you not just tell me to fuck off and be done with it? Don't I deserve that much?"
"I like you too."
"What?"
"I meant it when I kissed you. I am frustrating. There is no catharsis. This is all there is."
"What the fuck do you mean this is all there is?"
Jester wasn't crying anymore she was just, baffled. Dusa liked her? And this was how she showed it?
"I do not have a pretty face."
"Dusa I don't actually give a shit if you're pretty-"
Medusa slowly raised her hands to her faceplate, and removed it with a click.
Most of her skull came with it.
Under her eyes was just a crater, metal surface inset with various ports and connectors, with a tube in the center that presumably led to her throat.
"No pretty face. Only a mask." Medusa said, her voice still coming from the faceplate/jaw that she had removed. "Can never live up to what you want. No kisses."
She kept going, took off her helmet to reveal the metal plates comprising what was left of her skull. Twisted her neck, until with a click her head unslotted and she pulled it right out of the neck of her bodysuit, holding it in her cybernetic hands.
"Dusa... I-I didn't know-"
Medusa was tearing up. She made tough heartless Medusa cry. She was fucking going to hell.
"Nothing under the mystery. Just more cold metal. You can stop fantasizing about it now. Crush on someone else, not a brain in a jar."
