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 Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:17 am
Ian had made his way back to the desk and was now slowly lowering himself into it, all the while still staring at Jack. "Yeah, sure, beer's getting to me," he said, almost absently, and his eyes narrowed a little, his expression scrutinizing.
There was a slight pause. Ian lifted his own beer up again.
"So you like cheery people, then," he said carefully. "That's your type?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:32 am
He continued to glare the longer Ian studied him, wanting to make the process as unpleasant as possible—even though it was starting to get harder to keep completely focused. "What's it t'you?" Jack challenged, his finger pointing still defiant. "Huh? 'Cause I swear t' God if this's about more blind dates, I'm gonna bash your head in next, Nazari."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 7:33 am
Jack's glare went mostly unheeded; Ian was still trying to figure out what was going through his friend's head besides a whole lot of alcohol.
"Because I'm trying to get to know you better," he answered, though he couldn't help but wince slightly - bashed heads reminded him all too much of what had happened after that part of Jack's story. "We're just trying to get you out of your shell, you know? It's not like we're trying to make you marry them, just...make some friends."
Another pause, and then,
"So when you said that my positivity was what you liked about Stormy too, did you mean..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 8:19 am
The pointed finger became a grasping fist in Ian's shirt. "I don't ********' need friends." Jack's eyes narrowed dangerously, daring him to finish that sentence and give him a reason.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 11:00 am
Ian wished he hadn't gotten up again. He braced one foot against the bed frame and attempted to wrestle himself free from Jack's angry grasp, prying at his fingers. "I never asked if you did," he said, yanking at his shirt and finally managing to tear it away, hopping back a little in the process. A teasing grin had wormed its way onto his face
"Look, I mean, I am pretty likable," he said, in a deadpan sort of way as Ian tried to smooth down the front of his shirt, maneuvering himself back to the desk to find his beer. "I am totally the coolest of the cool. Just admit that you totally like me after all."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 11:08 am
Jack's fingers remained curled even as they were pried off, lowered only with great reluctance once Ian was out of reach. The glare turned into a glower as he drank his beer. "Get out," he grumbled stubbornly. "No candy for you, yer already full've yerself."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 11:23 am
Ian turned to look at him. "Aw, come on," he said, "Don't kick me out yet, I was just messing with you. Seriously, I was just trying to needle you a bit because it's always nice to hear your true feelings on stuff. And you never compliment me, so I pushed it a little."
He sat down at the desk and smiled at Jack. "I'll stop, really."
Maybe.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 11:47 am
Jack made a soft growling noise. "S'zactly why I don't say s**t ever," he groused between gulps. "******** like you get an inch n' go a mile. S'not like I gotta say anythin' anyway. Yer here. M'talkin' to you." Drunk, but talking. "Don't 'zactly do that with just anyone. Take it how y'want, just..." He made another noise and drank some more instead of finishing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 12:10 pm
"What can I say, said Ian, waving a hand. "I like to know I am appreciated."
Which, strangely enough, he almost felt like he was, in a weird, roundabout, very Jack sort of fashion. They were here, and they were talking - about things, not just casual conversation, which was reassuring.
Even if Ian was still silently attempting to decipher Jack's words.
"Right," Ian said, in a much gentler tone of voice. "I get it, really. And I'm glad."
He took a sip of his own beer, wiped his mouth, and said, "So. Got anything else you need to tell me? You could give me all the dirty details about you and your girlfriend," he added jokingly, waggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:18 pm
Scoffing, he tilted the can back and followed suit, leaning against his pillow. "Nothin' t'say," he replied. "Not th'she don't wanna, just...s'slow goin'. Always got ********' s**t luck in that department. Love a girl, never get a home run n' then y'think she kills herself. Get a few bitches fer one night stands, doesn't help. Try t'love 'nother, she kills herself too. ******** a b***h on a mission, she dies. Get a girlfriend, still get teases, still get ********' work in the way, still don't feel it. ******** a girl y'shouldn't have, suddenly e'ryone's on yer case like ******** or some s**t..." He lifted his hands dramatically. "What's a guy gotta do t'get ********' laid n' n'joy 'imself, huh? ******** this noise. Hanna stays coy, she won't get a goddamn choice on Halloween."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:29 pm
"Maybe you should try something other than girls then," said Ian blithely, grinning mischievously at Jack. "Find yourself a good man instead. I'm sure there are some hot guys just dying to get in with you."
(He made sure to stay sitting at the desk and far away from Jack in case the other decided to strangle him for his homo jokes. Maybe there was a stapler around he could use to defend himself if necessary.)
Except a moment later, the rest of what Jack had said caught up to him, and Ian lowered his beer.
"Wait. What girl did you screw that you shouldn't have? Did this happen after you got a girlfriend?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:57 pm
"<******** off." An empty beer can was thrown at Ian. " Not in'erested." He really should stop, but his head felt like a bowl of warm soup. Warm, angry soup. "N' m'not talkin' 'bout it, dickface, m'not spillin' more s**t fer you t'make fun've me for," Jack complained, leering at him like an animal that was slowly learning it had gotten itself cornered. "Y'gotta enough 'munition ******** me over. M'already ********' regrettin' this."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 2:09 pm
"Ow," Ian said, batting away the can. It fell to the floor with a little clink, rolling away. "And hey, that's rude who said that I was gonna make fun of you for stuff? I swear on the soul of Samuel L. Jackson that I will not make fun of you for anything, I promise, seriously."
He rubbed his face, frowning at Jack. "You can tell me anything, I swear. I'll listen like the good friend I am."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 3:34 pm
"'Cuz it'd be payback," Jack insisted, eying Ian strangely. "Fer all th'shittalk. Y'cant help n'way, y'don't get it. Y'wouldn't unnerstand. Sssso ********' stupid n'way," he muttered, gaze falling. "So, so ********' stupid. I got it, though. I got it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 3:36 pm
Ian looked a little wounded. "How do you know I won't be able to help unless you tell me?" he asked petulantly, taking a swig of his beer and fixing Jack with a pointed look. "Didn't I just tell you that I had your back?"
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