Jedtavius (Jedediah&Octavius) One-shots

❣︎ - we have a problem.

[UNEDITED]

A calm evening at the museum — the perfect evening to have a drink.

Jedediah sat at the counter of a saloon in the Wild West diorama, holding onto a bottle of beer.

And don't get me wrong here, nothing bad happened for him to drink away his sorrows or pour alcohol into him to the point of forgetting any problems that may bother him.

He didn't have a fight with Octavius nor with any other "person".

The cowboy was just there to physically and mentally relax, to spend some time alone.
And again, not like he was in a bad mood —
sometimes it just feels good to have some time for yourself.

He was listenting to the sounds of the surroundings, whatever they might be.
It just seemed relaxing for some reason.

Even a man's cursing he heard from around a corner brought him anything else but negative thoughts, it made him feel calm.

Jed truly felt at home.
This was truly where he felt safe and comfortable.

...
But of course nothing can go so flawlessly and perfectly as it does right now,
and of course it has to always be ruined by something or—to be exact—someone.

The saloon doors bursted open as a man entered.

"Jedediah!"

The men in the saloon turned to the scene, their attention caught by the loudness.

It got dead quiet.
The laughter and loud talking disappeared with Octavius' entrance—even the sound of the piano had stopped.

The appeared guest looked around and mumbled a 'sorry', before the western men turned back around to continue with whatever they were doing.
The chatter and the music returned.

Jedediah didn't even bother to turn to his friend that had entered, he just continued to sip on his drink.

The Roman general went up to him, a strong worry displayed on his face.

"Jed, we have a problem."

Jedediah laughed at the statement,
"we? No, you have a problem.
And I have an idiot who keeps gettin' into one."

Octavius rolled his eyes at him, "Jedediah, quit your jokes and listen."

The cowboy grabbed onto his drink, "gimme a second here, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this."

Octavius' hand stopped him from taking another sip and their eyes got caught into a stare for a moment.

Jed wasn't sure if he should be angry or concerned over his friend's behavior.
It could be a serious matter or just a funny joke to bother the man with.

He sure didn't want anyone to ruin his night, but the face of his friend told him that was exactly going to happen.

His luck has run out, all that's left is to hope for the better now.
Or to hope his friend was just exaggerating with the term "problem".
Jedediah prayed that it was just Dexter stealing something again, he figured the news of that wouldn't manage to ruin his night—so that would surely be a Win-Win.

Jedediah clicked his tongue.
"Okay, fine," he gave in as he placed down his drink on the wooden surface, "what is it?"

"Do you remember how we crashed into that wall last week, covered it up and still didn't tell Larry?"

"Did you ask Larry about that plane?" Octavius' question filled the air as both of the men drove around in their miniature car.

Jedediah dodged a corner and glanced over to his friend for a second, his eyes landing on the road right after.