I wasn't sure if I was going to post this as it requires some back story and a lot of explanation. But here you go, cause I love this piece and I wanna share it wherever I can :). So enjoy this randomness
Title: Monsoon
Characters: AU Jessie/Buzz
Summary: A rain day at Buzz's bar in the town of Redemption
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe… anything risqué in here is mostly just implied :P Also there's some very mild swearing)
Notes: This one requires a little explanation. For those who check out ONTD Pixar you kinda know what's going on. Basically lily-fox over at Deviantart drew this amazing piece of art w/ Woody as a badass sheriff (I'd like but ff sucks like that), this caused Bellomee13 to write a bunch of fic pieces inspired by it (and the bartender!buzz & showgirl!jessie from youkiyume on DA) (again I'd link to all of this but this site won't let me do it right). Then someone on the LJ Disney meme asked for a piece w/ said Jessie and Buzz and I decided to fill it. *whew* Not much more to know that that.
Buzz never had much cared for the rain. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate its life giving powers or its necessity, especially in the desert. It wasn't as if he didn't find its smell intoxicating whether it was coming or going. It wasn't as if it even visited Redemption often enough to really be worthy of a vendetta. Truth be told, Buzz didn't like the rain entirely because it was bad for business.
As he stood on the front porch of the bar staring at the howling mess of a monsoon he tried not to grumble too loudly. Not that anyone was around to hear him- business had been slow all week and the hotel had been completely vacant. The rumblings around town about El Chuleta's return were keeping even the bravest souls home at night. Buzz stared down the street hoping for the sight of a weary straggler- some unfortunate soul just pulling into town and desperate for a place to say. Unfortunately, the storm had started so early and hadn't let up or shown any signs of doing so before nightfall and it seemed everyone had already found proper shelter. The saloon sat empty, eerily silent aside from the patter of the rain on rooftop and the occasional clap of thunder.
The loud bang of the backdoor hitting the wall instantly roused Buzz from his thoughts. Confused by the sound, he hurried back inside and quickly spotted the source of the disturbance- a small feminine figure shouting some very unlady like things at the now closed door. She kicked hard at the wood and Buzz thought to interfere before things got out of hand.
"What's going on, Jessie?" he asked not daring to step too close to her lest her rage befall him.
The girl turned around lowering the soaked piece of cloth that had once been an overcoat but had taken on umbrella duties in the downpour. Buzz let out a snicker at the sight of her. The "Wild Irish Rose" was on her way to doing a fabulous impersonation of a drown rat. Her hair, her skin, her dress, her boots were all dripping wet. "I went out to the barn to check on everyone," she said, dropping the coat on the floor wringing out her braided hair, "And when I tried to get back in your door betrayed me! I thought you were supposed to fix this damn thing." She turned her glare back to the door and gave it another halfhearted kick.
"Sorry," Buzz said and he genuinely was. He moved and grabbed the coat off the ground, draping it over a chair at the closest table. "I'll go get you some towels."
Buzz was off before Jessie could say thank you, not that she was sure she would. He had been so hell bent on stopping the rain with the power of will that she had decided to check on the strays in the barn without him. If she had been more patient, she thought, unbraiding her crimson hair and walking over behind the bar, she wouldn't have been stuck out in the rain and she wouldn't be soaked right now. Jessie frowned and began futilely trying to tame the frizz that was setting in upon her damp and newly loose hair. She turned when she heard Buzz clear his throat and effortlessly caught the clean towel he tossed her way. Haphazardly, running it across her hair and subsequently making it curl up even worse, she gently began patting the rest of the water off her skin and clothes. "So, still no one around I see," she said.
"No," Buzz sighed, picking up the chair next to him and placing it upside down on the table. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. No sense in staying open if we've got no customers."
Jessie, who had finished drying off, stared at him in shock. She began reaching for the bowie knife at her thigh, "Alright who are you and what have you down with Bartholomew Ranger?"
Buzz shot her a look that told her to can the sass. "It's not like it's the decision I wanted to make."
"That's my point" Jessie said, having forsaken her precious knife for two glasses from under the bar. She quickly filled them both with a fine Kentucky red-eye while she talked, "You never close early come hell or high water. I was half expecting you to stay open extra late to make up for this."
Taking the offered glass from her hand, Buzz sighed again deciding to change the subject. "Is Bo upstairs?"
Jessie shook her head. "She never came back last night. Said she was going to 'check up' on Woody and I guess the rain stopped her from getting back."
"And by check up you mean…"
"I mean whatever you think I mean. Can't say I have any clue what those two are up to." She said, smiling a little too wickedly over the rim of her glass.
Buzz cleared his throat nervously and set his glass back down on the bar top. Instead of transitioning out of the conversation, he simply went back to prepping the bar for closing. Jessie sighed and rolled her eyes, finishing off her drink and watching the bartender close up shop. "You must really have some great plans for tonight, if you're in such a hurry to close," she said in a playful tone looking down at her fingernails.
Shaking his head, Buzz walked back over towards her, "Figured I'd just clean up around here a bit. Christ knows the place could use it. How about you?"
"I don't know," Jessie drawled, running her fingers across the counter top. She placed her palms on the bar leaning over closer to Buzz. With half-lidded eyes she added, "I at least need to get out of these wet clothes."
"You probably should. Don't want to catch cold," he said absentmindedly, his eyes wandering down to her hands on the bar top. Jessie's look quickly morphed into a glare when she realized he was more worried about water stains than the more prominent assets she had put on display for him.
She threw up her hands in exasperation, making the barman's eyes go wide with confusion, "Good Lord Buzz, you're impossible!" She ranted as she headed out from behind the bar.
"Wha.." Buzz stuttered. "What're you talking about?"
Jessie did the most graceful 180 Buzz had ever seen, spinning on her toes and marching right back over to him. Her green eyes were blazing with the same intensity as the red hair that fell around her face. She pushed up so close to him that his back hit the bar. "How would you like me to spell it out?" she asked, her voice terrifyingly sweet. Her eyes left his and Buzz let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
She poked and the lower most button on his waistcoat causing him to tense considerably. "You closed the bar early for the first time in lord knows how long." She walked her fingers up his abdomen until she reached the next button and jabbed at it for emphasis as well. "Bo's gone, Woody's gone and there are no drunkards around." On to the next button bullet point- jab. "At this rate the rain won't let up until we finally get that arc built." Her fingers reached the last button on his dress shirt and pushed at it much more gently than the rest. "Neither of us have plans for the rest of the evening."
She snaked her arms around his neck her body now flush up against him. Her dress was still damp from earlier as was her pale glistening skin. "So," she said looking at him again with those insatiable emerald eyes. Pulling him closer, she kissed him just enough to make him dizzy before breaking away. "Any ideas what you want to do tonight?"
Buzz was sure with how close she was pressed to him that she already knew he had taken the hint. "I think I have a couple ideas," he said with a smirk. The facial expression succeeded in catching Jessie off guard, as it usually did, and he grabbed her around the waist, spun her around and lifted her up on to the bar top. She let out a melody of giggles far too innocent for what Buzz had in mind.