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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[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.]