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American?
[You know, because of the drinking age thing.]
[You know, because of the drinking age thing.]
Yeah? Why's that? Maybe I'm not a sharing kind of guy.
Because I'm such a friendly and likeable guy.
[ he's hilarious ]
[ he's hilarious ]
It's an acquired taste. You go to a lot of parties?
Maybe my brew tastes like ass. Could be doing you a favour.
Min had me drinking some shit that tasted like a cross between battery acid and warm piss, sounds like a step up.
Don't know what it says about me that I'm jealous.
I could kill a six pack right now.
I could kill a six pack right now.
I've got half a bottle of shitty whisky. Had to trade two teenage girls just about all my batteries for it, but I could share.
Listen, I'll just be glad to spend time with someone my age for a change.
[He almost declines. He's not a great conversationalist, won't make for good company, but he's known David long enough that none of that will be news. So.]
Yeah. Sounds good, then. Appreciate it.
Yeah. Sounds good, then. Appreciate it.
[ hilariously that's part of why he likes Jeff. he's quiet, keeps to himself, doesn't pry. helps when he can but doesn't overstay his welcome. David can happily do companionable silence, it's better than the bitter ones he usually has alone. ]
Course. I'll be by the fire.
Course. I'll be by the fire.
[Sharing a bottle by a fire sounded like a pleasant way to visit an illusion of normalcy, if only for a few hours. There weren't so many opportunities for that here.]
Yeah. See you soon.
Yeah. See you soon.
Edited 2022-08-15 09:01 (UTC)
[ and at the fire he is. jacket tossed on the ground next to him as he sits against a log, that look in his eyes they all get when it feels like it's been too long since their last trial, like they could be snapped up at any second to go die. so the company is welcome. ]
[ he holds up the bottle with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, offering it to jeff. ]
Tastes like shit, I'm tellin' you.
[ he holds up the bottle with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, offering it to jeff. ]
Tastes like shit, I'm tellin' you.
[Jeff's quiet approach is more a result of endless hunting in the trials than an actual attempt at sneakiness on his part, and he'll take the bottle with a little grunt of acknowledgement as he eases himself down to a seat next to David. (And he might be unscarred from the killers' knives and hooks, but fuck if an injury much older than those things doesn't still make him frown when he moves a certain way.)]
All out of mixers. Sorry.
All out of mixers. Sorry.
[ david puffs out a small, amused breath. pretending not to notice the laboured way he eases himself down, but he has a quiet bit of internal sympathy for it. familiar enough, short as his rugby career was, busted knees and hips and just about any bone or muscle that could leave a lingering pain when it healed. ]
[ man he could seriously kill for a rum and coke though. ]
Don't think ginger ale could do much to save this anyway.
[ man he could seriously kill for a rum and coke though. ]
Don't think ginger ale could do much to save this anyway.
Just ones my friends were throwing. Or like the guys from the swim team after we won and stuff. Kris had these big bashes sometimes and invite everyone and I’d go because my best friend Jesse was absolutely in love with her and
Shit. I’m never going to see them again.
Shit. I’m never going to see them again.
You won't if you think like that.
Don't think like that.
What's Jesse like?
Don't think like that.
What's Jesse like?
[He'd had no idea when stepping into that fight what the outcome would be; it hadn't occurred to him that he was risking his life and not just a black eye. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course, even knowing the outcome.
Still. If the hook holes and axe wounds could be knitted up without complaint, why not wipe away that ghost of back ache?
He holds his hand out for the bottle.]
Consider me warned.
Still. If the hook holes and axe wounds could be knitted up without complaint, why not wipe away that ghost of back ache?
He holds his hand out for the bottle.]
Consider me warned.
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