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]

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.]