Junkrat's bath time didn't go well, just as well as Roadhog had expected. He grabbed the wriggling Rat by the waist, crushing him against his large body as he shuffled toward the door of the en suite. Junkrat's cussing screams of protest were heard by everyone and anyone. He grabbed the wooden door frame, feeling the wood crack and splinter under the pressure of his grip verses Roadhog's tugging motion. "Lemme go! Now! Get off! I've done bad things sure, but I trusted you! Thought ya wouldn't betray me like this, Hog!" He screeched, kicking out violently into Roadhog's stomach. Roadhog had just been reaching to open to door when he was kicked, making him lose his grip for a split second. Junkrat was gone in under a second flat, bolting away from the door and jumping the beds, kicking at the window to try and get out as he knew Roadhog would get him if he went for the door.
The window had just clicked open, the Rat's bare stumpy leg outside it when the weight of a loaded truck knocked him flat on his back, He had actually rolled a few meters across the room from the impact. He cried out, vision going white for a second because of the sudden pain and shock of it. He gripped his head, whimpering and rubbing it manically. "When I say bath time, I mean it." The Hog grunted angrily and picked him up over his shoulder and carried him back to the bathroom. He placed him gently down on the ground now, seeing he may have used a little too much force to knock him down. He leaned over the white bath, turning on the taps together to create a flow of nice warm heated water to bathe in. Junkrat refused to take any of his clothes off, not wanting to get in. Roadhog wasn't playing any games with him, they had done this many times and knew what to do. He just pinned him down, holding his skinny wrists and tugged off his belt, throwing it to the side. He proceeded the tug down green cameo shorts that were adorned with weird patches and didn't actually wear any form of underwear, in the wise word's of the Rat himself- 'Why should I wear something that makes my balls sweat even more? One layer is enough to cover it.'
Junkrat had just admitted defeated, his kicking just stopped and he laid flat on the matt in a state of loathing for his partner. Roadhog saw all the nicks, cuts and bruises his friend had collected, some scars he hadn't seen before. It had been a while since they had seen each other so he was a bit concerned. He had him sit up as he slowly unwrapped all the bandages over his body, hands holding his leg and looking over a deep gash that trailed up from his knee to his outer thigh. He would have to treat that for him before they go. He picked up the lanky naked man and placed him down in the clear water. Junkrat hissed angrily upon contact with the water, he hated it so much. It was better than cold water though. He would try to escape but a large firm hold from the Hog kept him down. The water slowly faded into a muddy brown. He laid there, refusing to do anything himself in the hopes Roadhog would give up and just leave him alone. He didn't.
He watched him reach up for the shower head and turn it on, emptying the water out the bath and grabbing the 3 in one Soap, Shampoo and Conditioner. Junkrat hated the smell of it, all fruity and fresh, two things he wasn't and would never be. Roadhog's soap hand start to softly rub his hair which caused the Rat to look up. He couldn't see his face so he couldn't tell what he was feeling but he was surprised at how gentle the Hog was being with him. His large fingers started to gently rub in circles on his temples right round to the nape of his neck. Junkrat felt his tense body slowly unwind. His hands worked down his neck and over his shoulders, having him raise his hands so he could clean his sides and back. The Hog put pressure just where it needed to be, rubbing and stroking every inch of is upper half softly when he was washing him, causing a little bit of redness to flush from under the dirty cheeks of the Rat. Junkrat felt a hearty sigh escape him, okay, so maybe bath time wasn't that terrible if the Hog was doing it. Roadhog pulled away for a second, seeing Junkrat's face go from relaxed to questioning. Junkrat got a face full of soap, the Hog's hand scrubbing his face more roughly as that's there most of the filth lived.
Junkrat whined, "Ey ey ey now, calm down. You'll break my nose!" He pushed his hand back, trying to get the soap out of his eyes. When he finally did, he looked up and then got a face full of jetted water from the shower. Roadhog just watched all the nats, maggots and mites slide off his body and down the drain. Junkrat finished cleaning himself, just wanting out of the bath at this point. He got out quickly, literally going to jump but got a face full of something white and fluffy, a towel. Before he could ask what was going on, he was literally swept off his feet and wrapped up tightly. The Hog's mask lenses were all steamed up so he couldn't see his eyes but he knew he was staring at him. "You look so different clean." The Hog muttered under his breath as he placed the clean Rat on the bed. "Stay here, there is no point in getting you clean just to put you back in dirty clothes. I am cleaning up myself too. If you don't move, you can get a beer."
Junkrat's face went from his sulking self to very happy, "Two beers or I run. Naked. Don't wanna seen tacklin' a naked cripple in the middle of the street, do ya?" " He snickered and smirked at him, trying to bargain with a subtle hint of embarrassing blackmail. Roadhog just grunted angrily but gave one solid nod of agreement. He hated him sometimes. Junkrat laid there, wrapped up in the blanket for a while, wondering how Roadhog was going to fit in the tiny bathtub. He soon got up, letting the towel fall to the ground as he sat cross legged on the ground, rustling through Roadhog's bags. There wasn't anything special in there; food, bandages (which he stole for his own), pens, guns, money but there was one thing that caught his eye. A crumpled bit of paper in a plastic wallet. He picked it up and went to open it and peer inside to see what it was. He hadn't heard the shower shut off or the door open till it was too late. He got whipped in the face and knocked down to the side by a pair of his own wet shorts. He groaned a bit but picked them up with a glare. "Don't touch my stuff." The Hog kicked his bare ass, knocking the Rat onto his own. Roadhog sorted his stuff out, towel wrapped around his hips. He laid the clothes out of the ground and had Junkrat sit there with the hair dryer and dry them.
Junkrat wasn't happy with the task given to him at all,"Boring. Bored! I'm boooooooooored!" He whined constantly till Roadhog came over with deodorant and a tooth brush. He forced him to put some spray on, giving him a tooth brush. "Tryin' to politely tell me my breath stinks huh?" He chuckled a bit but nodded, not wanting to get slapped more today. It took about half an hour for the clothes to dry with the hair dryer, in that time the Hog had put cream on Junkrat's cuts and bandaged him up again. They got dressed and finally got fully clean and ready. Roadhog was quite a clean guy, Junkrat wasn't.
The hog was just fiddling with his tiny pig wallet when his stomach growled a bit, he hadn't eaten since yesterday night. "We're going out." He took Junkrat by the wrist once again and dragged him out. Junkrat was just about to ask where when they had passed out the motel doors but saw the bar, looking up at the Hog with a cheeky grin. "Beer!" He cheered, swinging up onto Roadhog's back, legs wrapped around his upper torso and arms around his neck. "Beer, beer, beer!" He got all excited.
"Food first, Junkrat." Roadhog strolled across the road to the restaurant and bar.
"Boo, that sucks. How about one beer, then a tiny bit of food and three beers to make up the calories, yeah?" He wiggled his bushy brows at him.
"No." Roadhog shut down his plans to get drunk and probably blow up the bar. He got them both a seat in the restaurant area of the establishment, giving Junkrat a menu. He already knew what he was going for- Steak. He loved a good rare steak. Junkrat was kicking his feet annoyingly under the table and drumming his fingers on it's surface, browsing the kid's menu.
"Ooh, chicken dippers, Hoggy. I'll have 'em, get some onion rings though. Ooh, Ooh, get sauce, ketchup." He didn't actually eat that much, he just became used to eating very little and getting by on it. He didn't see the need to eat loads. Roadhog gave a look at him but that was better than him eating nothing so he got up and went to order,bringing back a beer for Junkrat for being good. Junkrat bounced around like a child, holding the pint like it was gold. He sipped it but ended up downing it under ten seconds flat. He missed the taste of a good fresh beer. Roadhog just silent watched him, holding a small bottle of larger himself.
Food came twenty minutes later, it decent quality as well. Junkrat tucked in, having no form of table manners whatsoever. He couldn't finish his whole plate of chicken dippers, beans and chips but he did polish off all he onion rings, saving he last one as a gift for Roadhog. Roadhog just stared at his food, not lifting or touching his mask like Junkrat had hoped he would. He watched him, wondering what he was going to do. He reached down and pulled out a large plastic container to put his food in. "You're weird." Junkrat chuckled but got up to order more beer, knowing Roadhog really couldn't deny him this.
After 10 minutes of darting back and forth from the bar to the table, the two just decided to sit at the bar. Junkrat spent the last of his money on his seventh beer and at that point was pretty drunk. "Yo, Piggy, right...Listen up 'ere. They don't call me Drunkrat for nothin'." He slurred happily but suddenly started to shout and sing the lyrics to Come and Get Your Love by Redbone. Roadhog clapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up but Junkrat randomly started to try and take off what minimal clothing he was wearing to show the people around him how clean he was today. This got the attention of many people alright.
He saw a pretty lady sitting two down, drunkly blowing kisses at her and making heart signs with his hands, trying to get her attention. When she gave an annoyed look, her boyfriend who just caught onto what Junkrat was doing, he stood protectively in front of her. Junkrat just laughed and blew kisses at him, making thrusting motions with his hips. This angered the man a hell of a lot. He came storming over with the intent of a brawl. An arm was slung over Junkrat's shoulders, pulling him close. Roadhog stepped in front of the Rat and the man very quickly backed off.
Roadhog called it a night, letting Junkrat have one more beer before taking him back to the motel. The room was a mess, the tiny beds had their beddings scattered across the room and the tea and coffee area was smashed all over the ground. Junkrat automatically got up onto the bed, dancing and bouncing on it till one of the bed panels cracked. The Hog just angrily sighed, grabbing him but shoved the beds against the wall and cleaned up all the coffee and sugar on the ground before grabbing all the beddings and laying it in the centre of the room for them to sleep on. No way was he going to be uncomfortable in those beds.
Drunkrat was busy fiddling with the door stop once he was freed, flicking it constantly. Roadhog grabbed him by the rim of his trousers and pulled him to lay down next to him, forcing him to lay still and shut up. The Rat was silent for a whole ten seconds before his gritty voice spoke. "Ya know, I've really missed ya. Like lots. I miss killin' Omnics and Suits, all the money we used to make togeth'a...Mainly you though." He rubbed his eyes a bit, curling up and looking at Roaghog who lay there in his mask. Junkrat's eyes slowly got a bit sleepy, he had tired himself out. He gently reached out and stroked the mask, right where his cheek would be before closing his eyes. His hand rested on Roadhog's chest just to keep check of where Roadhog was. Snores slowly came from him after five minutes, Roadhog just watching him for a little while before slowly moving away. He finally ate his meal, which tasted good. He got back into the bedding on the ground and threw the covers over himself and the sleeping Rat. He felt himself drift off, falling asleep.
They didn't get much sleep, only about an hour in when loud wailing police sirens filled the streets, automatically waking the pair up. The sound of rushing feet could be heard before a banging on their door.
"Jamison Fawkes! Mako Rutledge!" The door was kicked open with brute force, police came rushing in, "Put your hands where we can see them!"