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Post by Conway on Dec 3, 2011 3:08:40 GMT -5
He shrugged pocketing the number again. and decided to make his admittance now rather than later, when it will still be no big deal. "Nah doesn't matter. She just wanted to talk to Torque, man."
He didn't really seem bothered by it, swinging back the rest of his drink and still holding the usual smile.
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 3, 2011 20:47:53 GMT -5
Glass clanked against his teeth and Jack stared at him.
Then he snorted. Chuckled. It burst into a laugh, more air then sound, that he jammed a fist over and had to put down his drink before he lost it entirely. "Torque!" He squeaked out. "She wanted to talk to your keeper instead of you?!"
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Post by Conway on Dec 3, 2011 21:22:42 GMT -5
He hadn't expect quite such a strong reaction from him, but all he can do is smile and roll his eyes. "Oh shut up, they're just old friends or something."
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 3, 2011 21:54:03 GMT -5
"Old friends," Jack repeated, jabbing one of his supposed friends off a stool with a sharp elbow before he could collapse on it, trying to breathe. "You just got pretty much passed over by an old friend."
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Post by Conway on Dec 4, 2011 22:33:56 GMT -5
Road just...watches him. Irritated and...well kind of astounded at the amount of amusement Jack is getting out of this. He tips his empty bottle towards the barkeep to have it replaced, his eyes still on Jack. "Yeah so what? Can't get catchem' all. Not like I'm desperate enough to be bothered by that."
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 4, 2011 22:53:05 GMT -5
Jack's mood does not merely lift. It skyrockets, hovering somewhere around cruising level for the Jets. He waves down the barkeep for another shot of dazzling blue energon, and swipes the cost in credits without even minding the uptic in his bill. "So, pretty shoddy man. I bet that's the hottest thing you'll see this side of town and you got middle man'd for your old man."
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Post by Conway on Dec 4, 2011 23:01:54 GMT -5
"Yeah!?' He looked away a moment to start his drink. " And she barely looked at you, so what's your point?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 6, 2011 2:26:03 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, I know, next time she sees me, she's gonna think, 'Hey, that's the nice guy from the bar, the one with that kid, he's got a nice face,' instead of ,'That guy I used to find that other guy.' " Jack grinned, leaning back on the bar counter. He explained with all the aplomb of an expert, gesturing broadly with his drink. "It's a lot better place to start from."
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Post by Conway on Dec 7, 2011 14:34:18 GMT -5
A huff of frustrated air whistled over his bottle as he watched Jack critically. "Except that the next time she's in here, she'll be with Torque."
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 8, 2011 0:01:53 GMT -5
"He's old," Jack said dismissively, waving a hand through the air. "It won't be long."
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Post by Conway on Dec 8, 2011 1:08:55 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed and he set his bottle down. "What won't be long?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 8, 2011 1:31:58 GMT -5
"That she'll realize that what she really needs in her life is a piece of this." He plucked at his jacket, leaned back on the bar, and offered a cocky grin.
He really believed himself.
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Post by Conway on Dec 8, 2011 1:34:39 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes and picked his drink back up. "Weren't you just boasting over your girlfriend not ten minutes before that woman came in?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Dec 9, 2011 1:05:48 GMT -5
"I'm not saying I'd take her up on it!" Jack said, suddenly defensive of the idea of being a two timer.
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Post by Conway on Dec 12, 2011 1:06:09 GMT -5
A smile. Oh did he hit a sore spot? "That so? You certainly sounded intent on it. I'm sure your lady friend wouldn't have liked to hear you talk that way."
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