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Prompt: Someone just got dumped

Genre: Humor/Drama

Pairings: Jim/Trixie, kind of

Rating: K+

Summary: Dan makes an attempt at consoling Jim after a breakup.

Wrong Words

"Come on, man." Dan lightly punched his friend in the shoulder. "She's just a girl. She's not worth all this."

A blond-haired head shot up across the room. "Watch it, Mangan, that's my sister you're talking about."

Dan cringed. "Oh, yeah." Despite having never met Mart's only sister, Dan had still heard enough about her that he should have been more careful about what he was saying. "Sorry."

"You should be," Jim mumbled despairingly, his face buried in his hands.

"Hey, I was trying to cheer you up," Dan defended himself. "It's not my fault that you strangely chose to date the sister of one of your good friends."

"Two of his good friends, actually. You forgot about Brian," Mart called from the kitchen of the apartment.

Jim lifted his head and glared at Dan. "It was not 'strange' of me to date Trixie. That was one of the best decisions of my life."

Dan blinked and rubbed his head. "Are you sure? Because from what I'm seeing right now, this girl doesn't seem to be worth it if she took your heart and stomped on it this hard." He squeezed his eyes shut as soon as the words came out of his mouth, immediately regretting them as he remembered Mart in the kitchen.

"Oh, that's it," Mart muttered, stuffing one last bite of ice cream in his mouth before setting the container down and striding purposefully over to where Dan stood in the living room.

Jim stood up next to Mart and the two of them glared at Dan icily. "Take that back right now or you're going down, Mangan. And I'm sure that Mart here would gleefully aid me with that."

Dan held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, stumbling back until the back of his shins were pressed against the couch. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it. Well, I kind of did, but not really about your sister, Mart. It was only about the girl that crushed Jim, not about the girl herself. You know?" He groaned and made a pained face. "I'm not really doing a great job of cheering you up, am I, Jim?"

Jim looked at him flatly. "That's what you're trying to do?"

Mart rolled his eyes. "Could've fooled me."

"Sorry, okay? I really am. I shouldn't pass judgment until I've actually met Trixie." Dan grimaced. "I think I'll just stop talking now."

"Fine with me," Jim replied, turning around and heading to his bedroom.

"Me, too," Mart added. But then his eyes narrowed. "Let me just make one thing clear, though. You do realize the only reason I haven't completely pounded on you is because you're my best friend and this is only the first offense?" Dan nodded somewhat weakly. "Good, 'cause talk about my sister like that again and you're dead."

"Sir, yes, sir," Dan made an attempt at humor. He quickly backtracked when he saw Mart's dark look. "Too far? Okay. Right. Sorry. I understand."

"Good."