[#000] Appointments

[abjurer]

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[Feb 21st, Action]

[abjurer]

[It had been stupid what he'd done and he could understand the awkwardness which had fallen between him and his floormates. He must have given them both a near heart attack. But days have passed and he's managed to make up with Helios without completely embarrassing himself, and now that he's on his... severalth drink of the evening, it looks like he and Jack might be on their way there.

Probably a good idea to have another drink just to make sure.]

Your wish is my command.

[He looks over the selection of bottles and finally reaches for one at random. It turns out to be Bacardi and he doesn't remember picking it up but he isn't gonna complain.]

It's alright. I don't have much furniture to break.

[250mhzwabl]

It's minimal. Whassitcalled . . . feng shui, yeah.

[Laughing under his breath, Jack sprawls his arms out across the back of the couch and stretches his legs in front of himself, occupying the maximal amount of all that furniture-unoccupied space.]

Is that stuff actually useful when you've got magic flying all over the place?

[abjurer]

[He pours them both a generous measure, tops it off with coke and hands one of the glasses over before sitting back on the sofa, leaning back against Jack's arm in the process.]

Mmmm, kinda? Magic is... it's energy. You can encourage it to go where you want.

[250mhzwabl]

God, it must be nice understanding that business.

[Jack swirls his drink and takes a sip, coughing into a laugh of somewhat overwhelmed appreciation. Max doesn't waste time with the mixers, apparently.]

I've been trying to learn it, you know. Just the healing stuff. But I think I'm rubbish at it, honestly.

[abjurer]

Been brought up with it my whole life. Been using it since before I could walk.

[Mixers are for wimps. And they were here to get drunk, weren't they? He takes a gulp himself, feeling it burn down his throat.]

Oh, really? The filial magic stuff? Huh... it takes practice. Even I was not always the suave and professional mage you see before you.

[250mhzwabl]

Tcchhhhch-! [There's the giggly drunk coming to the fore, as Jack barely manages to choke his response through sounds of amusement.] Exactly, yeah. James Bond of wizards, that's the image you've got going.

[abjurer]

[Max gives him an unamused look, as unamused as someone half drunk and giggly can manage anyway.]

Just what are you implying here?

[250mhzwabl]

I'm implying that suave is not my preferred adjective.

[Grinning broadly, Jack grins, giving Max's hair an affectionate muss.]

And don't look so put out. I'd be disappointed if you you were some typical Oxford shit.

[abjurer]

Tosser.

[He gives him a long suffering look when Jack musses his hair. Not like it isn't already scruffy enough.]

Oh, if I was that we'd be wearing suits and drinking G&T. Maybe smoking cigars.

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack grins unrepentantly, dropping his hand back to the couch and taking another drink. There is no comfortable camaraderie like anti-establishment camaraderie.]

Mm. Sounds like a better photo op than an evening in, honestly. Do you smoke?

[abjurer]

Sometimes. Did back in uni for a while. You?

[250mhzwabl]

Occasionally, before the outbreak. [He shrugs one shoulder, the relaxed, resigned way he does everything when speaking of the plague.] But Eugene hates it, so now they're something of a treat.

[He pauses, then lifts an eyebrow, giving a conspiratorial grin.] I got some awfully nice cigarettes for Christmas, though, if you'd like to pop outside.

[abjurer]

[He's still not sure how Jack can be so casual about the zombie apocalypse, but then again, most people aren't sure how he can be so casual about exorcising vengeful spirits. It probably balances out.]

Oh well, how can I refuse such an offer? Actually, a fag would be great right now. Always gets me when I'm drinking.

[250mhzwabl]

Oh, hell, me too! Why is that?

[Chuckling, he pushes himself up slowly, and not without a bit of a wobble, pulling his haversack onto his shoulder. It's a silly thing just to bring to the flat next door, but he's used to having a little kit of essentials close at hand, and besides. His journal doesn't quite fit in a pocket.]

[abjurer]

Not a damn clue. C'mon, some air and we'll be ready for round... I lost count.

[He grins and pushes himself up and yeah, this is gonna be interesting, but not impossible.]

[250mhzwabl]

[One step at a time, hand to the wall - that's the way to the front stoop. If Max needs to stop to lock the door, he can do that - Jack is going to be comfortably crouched out of the way of the wind, just outside the door of the building, lighting a pair of cigarettes off a match. They're unfiltered, no brand stamped onto them - just fine paper and good tobacco without a filler to be found.

Cheerfully, he offers one up once the cherry is glowing away, coughing a little from the task of dragging on two at once.]

There you go.

[abjurer]

[They make it, albeit slowly and with a few stumbles. He doesn't bother locking the door. What the hell is anyone gonna steal except the booze? No wait, that could be bad...

He takes the cigarette gratefully, raises it to his lips and takes a first, blissful drag.]

Thanks. Damn, I've needed this since the shift ended.

[250mhzwabl]

I can imagine.

[Jack nurses his smoke along like the precious thing it is, and there's a relaxation in the intent of it, something that makes him look subtly younger. He smiles, still in a comfortable crouch, back to the cold wall of the entranceway.]

Did you ever figure out what you'd caught a taste for?

[abjurer]

It was quite an experience.

[Max leans back against the wall, head leaning against it as he lets out a slow exhale of smoke.

He thinks over that for a moment. Had he? Loki, Lirael, Zevran, Helios and god, that still makes him blush at the memory. He can't figure out any common thread.]

Not a clue. You?

[250mhzwabl]

As best I can figure? Dangerous types. Killers.

[He might be a bit broody about it, if he was sober, but at the moment it's just amusing.]

Made an arse of myself in front of Clint, among other things. And you don't want to hear about the dreams, trust me.

[abjurer]

Wow, that had to be a riot.

[He might have sounded more concerned normally, but it was just kinda funny now.]

Did you stare too much during training? Can't blame you. He has a fantastic arse.

Magic. That's the only thread I can think that fits. And that's rather a broad subject. Doesn't explain the people with magic who I didn't fall for.

[250mhzwabl]

He does. I'm not sure I can unsee it.

[Or unimagine a few particularly vivid daydreams, honestly. Even if his bizarre infatuation with violence is gone, there's still an illicit thrill wrapped up in the whole thing.]

But that doesn't sound too terrible, at least. At least it's something you like regardless.

[abjurer]

I can think of worse things to have burnt into your retinas honestly.

[Maybe not, y'know, the whole killing thing, but...]

This is true. And people I like regardless.

[He smirks over at Jack, taking a long drag on his cigarette.]

How is married life treating you, Jack?

[250mhzwabl]

[For a moment there, Jack has thought they were taking a break in bantering to continue smoking. But Max's question his him laughing out the better part of his drag, muffling the sound into his hand.]

Don't even pretend that was a serious ceremony. [Smirking, he points a finger at Max, the gesture faintly accusatory.] For your information, I considered myself married long before that.

[abjurer]

[Once Jack starts laughing, Max can't help himself.]

You mean ceremonies conducted by Elvis droids in a place with no legal system isn't binding? Damn.

Actually, I think it's about as serious as you want it to be.