IC: Serious Discussions

[cursedhyacinth]

[Jacinda headed over to the Crow's Bar. Maybe this was a bad idea. Zie didn't spend much time here, especially not when it was busy, preferring the quiet and relative anonymity of a different, smaller bar that wasn't always in the Hub.]

[Zie walked in, glad to see that Jay who owned the Bar was the only one in right now.]

Hey there. [Zie sits on one of the bar stools.]

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[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

Hey. [he abandons the rag he was using to clean up the counter top and straightens up.] What can I get you?

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

For now? Just a little honesty.

[Jacinda looks very serious.]

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[he frowns slightly, leans his hip on his side of the counter.]

What about?

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you saw me last night, leavin' with that version o' Dickie you got a hate-on for.

Tell me true, Jason Todd, you ever gonna forgive that man for what he almost did?

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[Hate-on? Then he's very tempted to ask you what business of yours this is— but then, yes, he saw you leaving with Dick.]

In all honesty, I don't have a hate-on for the guy.

[the rest— he has to make sense of his thoughts before answering. A lot.]

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[Jacinda snorts.] Fine. Whatever you want to call it.

He thinks you're not his friend anymore and it's tearing him up just the same as if you did hate him.

Next question: What the fuck have you done to stop underage kids from comin' into this bar?

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[he sighs, about Dick, because that just like this Dick to do that and—]

... seeing as there were two of 'em living with me at the time, kinda hard. The bar's not forbidden to kids.

Listen, I've been back— I don't even know how long I was gone for. My barman punching Dick in the face happened months ago. And the first thing he says when he sees me, the very first thing, is all of this again.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[Jacinda sneers.] Well, then you're a shitty bar owner. Seein' as the purpose of a bar is to get people drunk and enable hookups. I bet you ain't even kept out the damn kid that was dumb enough to start this mess.

He ain't put me up to anything, just so's you know. This is all me stickin' my big nose into y' business. But I think you wrong.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

... I don't take too kindly about someone I barely know telling me how to run my business. [and Tim doesn't come in anymore, but he doesn't see why he should justify himself to you. But he doesn't like much that you're saying Tim's to blame.]

Think me wrong all you want, I think it's with Dick I should be talking about that. Except it's like we're both talking different languages.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I don't hang out in places that can get me arrested if the police get the brilliant idea to raid the place. And I don;t let the Hub get me into bad habits, so don't even argue that there's no police in the Hub. You never know what this place'll do. So of course you don't know me.

[If zie knew what Jay was thinking, Jacinda would call him an idiot. Or perhaps zie would be able to explain better. Zie thinks the blame was equal, between Tim and Dickie, and zie lays a good portion at Jay's feet, too, for letting underage kids into the Crow's Bar.]

Yeah, I'll go ahead and do that. [Jacinda rolls zir eyes.] You two are such morons. Is it the testosterone? Maybe I should be glad I lost all a' that. [Zie sighs and leans on zir elbows on the bar.] Fine. What do ya want to say to him? If he were here and not startin' the conversation? I'll pass on the fuckin' message.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[he frowns. He'd tend to agree with you, about the testosterone, if he wasn't included in it. He frowns too because he— why would he say anything more...

He leans on the counter, mirroring your posture.]

What he wants to drink. If he wants a snack. When does David Bowie look the best. And he wouldn't start with apologies to me again and again.

[he pushes himself back from the counter.] You satisfied?

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I think I am.

[Jacinda feels a bit better, knowing that this one isn't holding a grudge.] You know Dickie. He's a little dense when it comes t' dealin' with us. He needs a lot a' reassurance. Things get messy.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[he rolls his eyes a little.] You'd think we'd need to run around with neon signs.

[things get messy.] Yeah. They do. ...[you're Dick's friend.] ...he worries me. From what he told me— I think he's lonely, and he gets into people and relationships only to expect them not to last. It's not... the healthiest thing around.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

Don't mention that. He might take it as legitimate fashion advice. [Zie smirks a little.]

[Another eyeroll.] Like any of us are healthy.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

Fuck, he would, too.

Yeah, well we ain't the baseline to this, that's for sure. It's like— I dunno, when I was talking to him, because I was pissed at him it was like the whole world had ended and the relation between the two of us too. Gone down crashing and burning and all of that. It's— not healthy and sure as hell ain't good with fucking words either. I dunno how to explain. Kinda gut feeling.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

An' you so qualified to judge. Anyway. If what you say is right, you warned me too late.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

I'm the barkeep to what's been called the Jason's bar. I hear things. And see 'em, too. Everyone got issues. [he shrugs.]

...What d'you mean? ...well, not my business, I guess. Keep yourself safe and all, late advice notwithstanding.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, who the fuck cares? You start thinking you special, you gonna get a rude awakening, boy. Ain't nobody special, especially not no Todd.

[Jacinda raises an eyebrow.] I mean he's already emotionally attached to me.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs again.]

You're his friend. Anyway. You want anything to drink? 'Case you're asking, yeah, I got not-alcohol stuff.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[Jacinda is pretty bitter about zir circumstances.]

Yeah, I am. An' I got his back.

[Zie takes a seat on the nearest stool. Zie should probably compensate you for putting up with this conversation.] Fine. Just a soda. [Jacinda's liver thanks you.]

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

'Kay. [he turns to the fridge.] Any preference?

[he's here to be nice to livers.]

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

In general? Lacking roofies.

Other than that, none.

[jaytodd.livejournal.com]

[Jay taps his fingers on the open door, head in the fridge.] Heard you on that. [he gets a red and white "Pop Cola!" out, gets a glass and ice and puts everything in front of you.]