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]

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.]