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 Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:32 am
Rep's grin only broadened at how upset Jerry was. His hopes for getting any kind of relief from the man were slowly dying back, which was irritating, he had a reputation for getting his own way every time.
Tracey added.
He felt a rise of twisted anger at Tracey daring to say anything when it was her fault he was in his desperate situation in the first place. "What exactly is it you are afraid of anyway?" he asked, smirking toothily.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:35 am
"I'm not AFRAID okay!" Well, maybe a bit. A lot. "It's just GROSS. You're being gross!" He collected his things, looking ready to bolt from the dark training field right there and then. "And I'm not going to indulge you just because you're... you're that desperate you're settling on the poor Virgin, ok?" In his panic, he realized he was babbling and the words slipped out before he could stop them.
He knew he'd regret it.
He snatched up his bowl from the grass.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:42 am
"That's fear." he said, not moving. "Like a little kid yelling cooties. I thought you were twenty-something? I thought you were a ******** adult." He knew the other man was getting flighty, but he had no intention of chasing him, he had laid his proposition out. Royalty never begged.
"You aren't a virgin either. Not according to the memories I have from the other me. You said you'd slept with people. Maybe you lied." Shifting his weight onto his hand, he looked Jerry over again. "You'd still be a virgin if you gave me head. I'm just saying."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:47 am
"Why don't you go ask Jordan if you're that.... that itchy?" At least in the dim light of the moon, it was hard to see just how red his face was.
His brain was spinning. What was Rep talking about? Probably Blue Kingdom him- and that he KNEW wasn't... wait. Wait, did that alternative universe count? He and that woman... Cee? Yes, Cee- had actually....
Oh my lord, he HAD had sex.
He felt almost proud of this sudden revelation. That counted, right? That had to count.
"Okay, maybe I'm NOT but even so I'm not gay I'm sorry, okay? I wish I could help. But I can't so... yeah! Why don't you go get your bass and we'll just... jam or something." That, he could handle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:59 am
"Because this Jordan is butthurt about the standards his other self dared to set. My Jordan was different. This one would probably turn me down." and the idea of being turned down by a Jordan who wasn't his equal was an unbearable slight to his pride.
He gave Jerry a slow and lazy blink. "You aren't sorry at all, nor do you ******** wish you could help. If you wished you could help you'd try. I'm not even ******** asking for a freebie either, it's eye for an eye. I'm just saying you'll miss out on the best." he shrugged his shoulders.
"And I don't play away my frustration either. I fix problems directly."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:03 pm
"Well, maybe if you didn't compare him to any Jordan, and just saw him as Jordan you wouldn't come courting the... Janitor," Jerry huffed, rubbing his temples under his glasses. His head was throbbing. "A direct solution would be to treat ALL Jordans with the respect they deserve."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:09 pm
"My Jordan can rise to my challenges. He doesn't care what I do because I'm his ******** equal. He's nothing to do with this." he shook his head, giving Jerry a pitying look.
"Listen I got to be queen by ******** the right people. By climbing the ladder. Now I'm rich and impossibly perfect. If you never take ******** chances, you'll always be the janitor. I'm tossing you a bone here, you just need to toss mine."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:19 pm
Jerry gave a groan as Rep completely missed the point. "Wantadrink," He mumbled before gently hitting his forehead with the back of his ukulele in quiet frustration. "Look. Whatever is LEFT of your Jordan is in THAT Jordan whether you like it or not. Same with Harrison. And they both LOVE you and you should... should grateful for that. It has nothing to do with power. It has to do with YOU as a PERSON, and you're LUCKY for that. We don't know how long it's going to take to... to get you sorted out, either returned to Vegas or... or stuck here forever like this. So if you're such a survivor, you'd be smart to play your cards right or it'll all just... explode."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:29 pm
"I've got booze." he said with a smirk. "A looot of it~"
He shifted his weight entirely onto his hand, lifted his entire body weight onto it and gymnastically flipped himself up to land on his feet. Some things about this body he ******** could get used to.
"Love isn't affected by ******** Jerry. They aren't threatened. They absolutely aren't ******** threatened by you. They weren't in Vegas and I really really doubt it here." He wasn't sure what he meant about what was left of his Jordan and Harrison being in this world however, that, in itself made him slightly anxious. And he didn't normally do anxious. "There's nothing of my guys here."
And then he had to mention explosions. Sometimes he wondered if what Jerry subconsciously wanted didn't jive with what he actually said.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:02 pm
It occurred to him booze would probably make general discussion easier. And after everything that had happened... he deserved it, didn't he? Clarice would have wanted it.
"What if you can't return to Vegas? What if this Harrison and Jordan is all you get?" He missed his friend. He missed Rep as Rep usually was. This felt like a disturbing dance of dodge-the-weiner. He counted his blessings, at least, that he was himself. Blue Kingdom Jerry would probably have been too intimidated to say no.
Himself? He wanted a drink. It was bad, he should be behaving, every opportunity he had had he had taken, but what was the point in pushing his sobriety streaks? Any of them could die at any time, and with the power on the island suffering...
"Whatever. Lead the way." If need be, he still had Roar. Even if Tracey was capable of the same or even greater damage than even his bazooka, there was the question of whether the Blue Queen could figure out how to handle her properly... He'd cross that bridge when he got there. Hopefully not indoors.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:27 pm
"I don't even want to think about it if that's the case." he didn't, the idea of a world where he was separated from the Boss and Jordan forever was almost too huge to cope with. "If that's how it is here, I'll ******** burn this whole world down to get to them. I'll never be trapped." he shrugged. He'd never give up or stop, not till he was dead, and even then he'd keep looking.
Booze though. Booze made everything better.
He headed off in the direction of the room ahead of Jerry, quite happy to get some alcohol on the go for his own benefit too. On arrival he lazily unlocked the stack of five locks on the door and swung it open. Inside was a den of disgusting half rotted skins, salvaged garbage and other unwanted junk. The smell was almost physical, like a punch in the sinuses. Even Rep had to steady himself. "This me is a ******** slob." he said. "Don't know why he keeps this s**t."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 3:39 pm
Jerry's eyes were watering, his arms folded across his chest in a sullen way for the walk now raised to try to defend against the wall of smell that wafted from the open door.
"Th-throw out the er... garbage?" He managed with a wheeze. Well, crashing at the store room was not an option. He could feel his ukulele going out of tune just by proximity. "That's... really not hygienic." He'd have to mention it to Jordan later.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 4:01 pm
"I'm no touching it." he said, curling his lip as he eyed the disaster that was the hoard, carefully picking his way across what little space there was to a crate with a bike lock on it, which he opened and withdrew a few bottles of various alcohol from. Jerry was handed a bottle of absinthe and some whisky.
"And no s**t its no hygienic, its a ******** hazard."
He hurriedly shut the door behind him and locked it before exhaling as if he'd been holding his breath the whole time. "Where to?" he said, with what was probably a too-devious grin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 4:09 pm
"What's a hazard?" Jordan stood in the open door of the apartment, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between exhausted and annoyed. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 4:20 pm
Jerry immediately tucked a bottle into each of his coat pockets, dropping his ukulele in the process, "Jordan!!"
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