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 Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:20 pm
"H..how." He steeled himself, cracked composure was not befitting of his rank. "Whatever. So you remember s**t. I've still not seen the Boss anywhere." he frowned. "I think B0nez in stuck in that Harrison's head the way Tracey's stuck in mine."
It wasn't right, to not be able to go to B0nez and rant at him about how bullshit so much in this place was, to vent his anger and have someone who wasn't afraid of it at all. Out in the fresh air he noted the thick oppressive fog, a permanent fixture of the island itself. No neon, no dazzling streets, just dismal nature. "How do you people even live. No casual ********, no lights, no pools, no money. What's the point?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:28 pm
"Pretty sure we can handle a few shadowlings even buzzed," Jordan sighed. He hadn't forgotten that Jerry had alcohol. The problem would be keeping him from having too much of it.
"He is," he answered Rep's half-question, and brushed his thumb over Ferros's ring as the dragon puffed a wistful sigh in his mind. He gave Rep a thoughtful look. "You know the allure of power," he answered. "This is a different kind of power. Less flashy. Something you might not have chosen. But to us, to him, worth as much as money, worth as much as a penthouse room and the best view in town."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:51 pm
"I tried explaining it, I really did. He said I was good looking, though! You think Rep secretly has a Crush on me?" Jerry had slowed behind them to work the cap on the absinthe bottle. He had never even smelled stuff like that before... Alright, maybe this was turning out to be a good evening, after all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:01 pm
The idea that anyone would value anything more than Vegas, than the penthouse and what he had was unfathomable. He felt lost and ungrounded. It was irritating and simply an all round inconvenience. He wanted to go home and torture some poor ******** saps to death, he wanted to go home and speak to B0nez, the one to whom he mattered, he wanted his ******** tiger, his Boss, his minions.
This kingdom was woefully unsatisfactory.
Jerry got an irritable look. "You are good looking. Its your personality that's broken. I'd ******** you just to see if you were any less pathetic when you were out of your own control." he snorted, shooting Jordan a glance. "Or I would if it wasn't such a big deal here."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:04 pm
"I strongly doubt that," Jordan said, torn between laughter and deep embarrassment. He settled on keeping his expression neutral.
"You won't," he said evenly to Rep, and his stare was a threat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:08 pm
Jerry was happy they were out in the dim foggy moonlight- he busied himself with the bottle and didn't give Rep the satisfaction to see how red his face had gotten.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:46 pm
"Fine." Rep grunted at Jordan, "I won't." Though like everything the Underboss said, it came with a silent "Yet." at the end.
He fished out his own bottle of booze and loosening the cap took a swig. It was cheap swill compared to what he was used to, but so was ******** everything here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:50 am
"Tastes like burning liquorish..." Jerry sighed distantly after his own swig and a smile on his face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 3:31 am
Jordan leaned back against the wall, contemplated his companions for a moment, then opted to steal Rep's bottle to take a mouthful. He was grateful for the dim night; while his Rep might tease him about the way his eyes watered a little with the strength of the stuff, this one was more likely to take it as a sign of weakness.
There was a flicker of something in the darkness, and he blinked, handing the bottle back almost absentmindedly and standing up straight again. Had he seen a figure, or was that a trick of the light or his own distraction? "Did either of you see that?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:05 am
Rep found himself wistfully longing for a bit of royal blue to mix with his drink, a chance to forget all the lingering shitty problems in this kingdom. He didn't comment that Jerry should probably actually water that down a little, if the guy wanted to drink straight absinthe, he wasn't about to stop him.
When Jordan straightened up he got a baffled look, though not one that stopped him from taking another swig before replying.
"I didn't see anything?" he might have seen some shift, some flicker, on the edge of his vision, but he figured it was just a trick of the light. And it was light, startlingly light despite night time. Could this him see in the dark?
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 9:36 am
"Absinthe was really pop... popular among musicians and writers back in the day you know-" Jerry had already seated himself nearby, leaning against the wall as well as he looked over the label on his bottle, took another sip, and then hefted his ukulele to his lap to pluck away quietly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 10:09 am
Jordan stared out into the dark for a little while, frowning, then sighed and leaned back against the wall instead. "I could have sworn," he muttered, and held his hand out for the bottle again.
Jerry got a distracted half-smile. "The green fairy, huh. Are you styling yourself a Bohemian?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 10:19 am
Handing the bottle over to most people was a wrench that was almost impossible for Rep. But Jordan he deferred to, after all, it was Harrison and Jordan who technically held the purse strings in Vegas - if he had his own budget he'd spend it all on torture devices, tanks and bling, so it was probably for the best.
When he got it back, he took another sip.
"It's just shadows." Though it was still bizarre. "I mean. Its probably just the wind or something. We shouldn't go like. Freaking out about s**t." he wasn't used to feeling unsafe, in Vegas it was other people who felt unsafe around him. Not the other way around. Still, beyond the few meters of for whatever reason daylight brightness around him there was nothing but black. He tried not to think about it.
"Aye. Absinthe is good s**t. Good pure s**t. I used to mix it with Royal. Made a hard cocktail."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 11:28 am
"you know what I miss about Vegas?" Jerry suddenly mused, his uke plinka-plinking under his fingertips, "Being able to make something explode by touching it." There was always something around to kill and eat them. He wasn't about to worry until it tried.
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