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[rudeandginger]

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

WHICH BAR

[You know, not because he's worried Turlough might show up while he's on the job or anything. Or worried over anything else.]

[rudeandginger]

why planning on joining me?

[wouldnotkindly]

I DONT KNOW JUST WONDERING

[After a minute:] DDO YOU WANT ME TOO

[rudeandginger]

is there something wrong with your keyboard?

[wouldnotkindly]

NO WHY

[rudeandginger]

Then why are you shouting?

[wouldnotkindly]

IM NOT SHOUTING ?

[rudeandginger]

Nevermind. I'm at the Raven if you felt like stopping by.

[wouldnotkindly]

OK WHERE IS THAT

[rudeandginger]

The underground. Here.

[directions]

[wouldnotkindly]

OK IM ON MY WAY

[And so he is. The fact that this place is in the underground, however, puts him a little on edge.]

[rudeandginger]

[Like he isn't usually. Turlough is just relaxing and enjoying a drink at the bar, still in his school uniform because this is a brilliant life choice.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[True, but even so, this seems like something worth being on edge over.

Jack finds the place before too long, and it doesn't take him much longer at all to spot Turlough. While the full implications of that school uniform in a place like this are a bit over his head, he can't help but feel some slight worry over the sight of him relaxing so easily here.]

There you are.

[rudeandginger]

Nothing gets past you, does it?

[He gets a wolfish grin anyway. Turlough has a half-empty martini glass in front of him and his gangly limbs sprawled out in a way that shows he's certainly comfortable here.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Hopefully Turlough won't mind too much if he swipes that martini and downs the rest of it. He's more than a little uneasy in this place and some liquid fortification might just be what he needs.]

What are you doing down here?

[rudeandginger]

Enjoying myself. What does it look like?

[wouldnotkindly]

I mean down here, in the Underground. [As opposed to some nice, safer bar on the surface.]

[rudeandginger]

Some of those places give me grief about not looking old enough. And I was bored.

[wouldnotkindly]

[He looks around a bit, automatically taking stock of their surroundings: the people around them, all possible exits, any objects nearby he could use as a weapon if the situation turns sour. If he were conscious of it, he might be a little alarmed at how easily his mind takes it all in.]

You could always come by the Blue Light, you know.

[rudeandginger]

I've been there before, of course. As I said, I was bored. I wanted to do something interesting.

[wouldnotkindly]

I'm sure there are interesting things to do that aren't so...you know, risky.

[rudeandginger]

[Which of course earns him another grin.]

Are you suggesting a relaxing game of scrabble?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Once again, the full implications go over Jack's head. For now, anyway.]

Uh... If you want, I guess. I've never played it, through...

[rudeandginger]

You really need to brush up on learning to recognise sarcasm, Jack.

Another drink?

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[aperfectthird]

You seem quite proud of this fact.

[hey, guess what, he's at one too. GOOD LIFE CHOICES!]