[Jack Hill] Jack reaches over the bar, takes the bottle of beer by the neck and lifts in it a mild, mildly ironic toast as Amunet orders three regular whiskeys, something good. Doesn't protest, doesn't insist on paying for his own drink, either. His winter coat's well made, but shows signs of wear - two or three seasons' worth, in all weather.
He breathes out a laugh as Gina explains her reasons, looks back at the 'tender and ventures, "Mango whiskey?" mouth splitting in a grin framed by his rough blond beard. Another glance down at the screen of his phone, then, before he taps it back to sleep and slides it into an inner pocket of his sport coat.
A brief, sharp-eyed glance at Amunet, Leon, Gina. "Jack," he offers, swiveling on the bar stool to face them. Then a look directly at Amunet, the spark of blue eyes, lively and intelligent in his otherwise plain face. "Thanks for the drink, Amy."
[Amunet Trujillo] "Yeah. No problem." She looks Jack over slowly, taking in every inch before glancing at Leon with a quick smile and picking up her shot. "To Thursday."
[Gina McClaren] *Gina on the otherhand, does not offer a name. Instead she retreives the untouched cherry whiskey offered to Jack, and slides off her stool with a jingle of bracelets. Heading to the jukebox as she takes her shot. On her way she eases the tilting beer bottle out of a passed out patron's hand, setting it on the table in front of him before he's awakened by a smash of glass. Coins clink in the music machine, and she bounces on one foot as she considers her selections.*
[Leon Davenport] He watched them all, eyes slighly glancing around, often to the entrance, analysing who steps in and out, identifying possible troubemakers. He offer Amy a smile back, picking his shot and raising "To thursday" He downed it once Jack took his as well. He noiticed Gina not giving her name or even aknowledge the presentations. Well someone will have to learn respect eventually.But not tonight..he will ask around about her first.
[Amunet Trujillo] She does her shot, slamming the glass down just like last night and signaling for another round. "So, Leon. You from Chicago?"
[Leon Davenport] He shook his head "No I"m from Toronto,. I moved here last week actually. Seem my gang thought we needed a bigger presence so here I am." He smiled "Didn't have much choice in the matter, really" He say without resetment, It jsut was the way things were. He was told to come and he did. It's all about duty after all.
[Amunet Trujillo] "Jesus fuck, you're newer here than I am." Her nose wrinkles a little, and she raises her shot glass at John when it arrives.
[Jack Hill] Amy looks him up and down, taking in each of his seventy-three inches, give or take a few lost because he's seated on a bar stool rather than standing. He's not much to look at, Jack. Though his tall frame is solid under his various layers, he's not a body builder and there's nothing except rangy to describe his physique. His features are ordinary - close set eyes, think blond brows, a bit bushy, a long face that might seem mournful if not for an quick smile and lively blue eyes, a long nose, turned a bit offcenter near the tip. Like it was broken at some point in the past, or just nudged passed the median line of his features.
Jack raises his shot when Amy toasts Thursday, but doesn't down it. No: he takes a mouthful, not the whole thing, holds it like it was served in a low-ball rather than a shot glass, blunt fingers arrayed around the mouth. A subtle shift has his eyes following Gina as she trails off toward the jukebox.
[Gina McClaren] *"I go out walking" begins to play on the Juke, low strains of Patsy Cline drifting meloncholy through the bar. Gina leans against the machine, it more than solid enough to support her padded frame. Kohl rimmed eyes drift shut as she rolls a shotglass between her fingers. Enjoying the mournful melody with a soft hum.*
[Amunet Trujillo] "That girl?" She does the shot, then points the empty glass in Gina's direction. "Totally fuckable."
[Leon Davenport] He smiled at her "Yeah, seems like it" He took his shot and downed it, while looking at Amy for a moment, then around, watching everything and everyone for some time. His attention came back to Amywhen she spokeand chuckled "Well maybe you should take a chance with her" He grin, teasing her.
[Amunet Trujillo] She shrugs, waving her hand in a permissive action. "If you'd rather fuck her, go right ahead." She grins, quite possibly teasing about the implication.
Or maybe not.
[Leon Davenport] His eyes stayed on Amy "Actually, I"m quite comfortable sitting where I am right now"He simply reply with a crooked grin, taking another drink from his beer.
[Amunet Trujillo] She smiles again, crossing her legs and going back to sipping at her beer. "So. Toronto. Isn't that like, the fucking Disneyland of Canada or some shit?"
[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head "No, not really. Simply the biggest city of the country, economical center and all that. There's a few tourists attractions but mostly it's just a busy place. It's nice though. Pretty good nightlife"He with a smile "Maybe you should visit one day" He grinned, looking at her
[Amunet Trujillo] "Maybe I will. You know how we are. Can't stay in one place very long."
[Jack Hill] Amy's comment draws a sideswipe of a look from Jack, blue eyes sweeping from her to Leon as he challenges her. Jack's grin is gone, bushy brows rising, speculative over his sharp gaze. A cut of a glance back toward Gina now, but the quality is different somehow - moving, alert.
Under his breath, a low exhale. He doesn't comment on Gina's charms, one way or the other. On the bar, fingers tap out the rhythm to the song on the wood. Fingertips. When the bartender returns to his stretch of the bar, his lifts his bottle by the base, tips it up. Requests another. The exchange is quiet, and has him reaching back into the inner pocket of his sport coat for both phone and cash, peeling a few crumpled dollars out for his second beer, followed by another for the tip.
[Leon Davenport] He nodded at Amy's comment "Well who knows, maybe you'll find something worth staying here" He say with a slight grin. He drank some more from his bottle, blue eyes looking into Amy's for a moment then he shifted his attention to Jack "New to the city yourself Jack?"
[Amunet Trujillo] "Maybe a bunch of reasons." She nods, looking at Jack again as she sips at her beer.
[Gina McClaren] *Fuckable as she may or may not be - (and as of late it would seem she is Not.) The kin at the jukebox is content with her music.
For a moment. Funny thing about striders. There's always something better down the road. Beckoning. So it is that she slips out before the first thin strains of the Watchmen's "Stereo" begin. Onward and into the city, a stolen cherry whiskey to the good.*
[Jack Hill] "Hmm?" The tender brings him back his beer; he grabs it by the neck, picks it up, looks at the label and turns it around as he's taking the first drink. There's a picture of a duck or something. A goose, flying. Outside, the sidewalk is cleared by bounded by huge, lumpen drifts of shoveled snow. Wind from the lake sends snow swirling against the glass. It's warm in here; bitter cold outside.
He glances back at Amy, Leon then, that touch of surprise in one his face. He wasn't expecting to be drawn back into their conversation, which felt like a strange contest with unknown stakes. Still, an affable, quick grin. "More or less. I worked here a few years back. Been in and out with various things, 'til I got a semi-permanent gig nailed down. Just in time for the winter of all winters," he finishes, lifting the beer bottle toward the windows of the bar, winter outside, by way of explanation.
[Amunet Trujillo] "Fucking snow." Draining her beer, she signals for another.
[Leon Davenport] He noticed Gina moving out of the bar without saying goodbye or looknig their way. That kin..is wello wierd to the say least. But she doesn't seem that bad..well she won't when she learn some respect that is. His eyes moved back to Amy and her answer, noticing her eyes on Jack. Maybe it's because the guy was replying, or maybe like the silent Get yesterday, this girl seem interested in msot males around. Too bad for him it seem.
He odwned his beer before replying to Jack "Yeah, it's one harsh winter"He say, ont really impressed, He had seen as bad if not worst in Toronto. Amy's comment made him smile though. The girl was crealy from somewhere down south
[Amunet Trujillo] "You need a beer, sugar?" She nudges Leon, gesturing to his bottle.
[Jack Hill] "Try New Hampshire in January," Jack counters. "Then you'll have something to complain about."
[Amunet Trujillo] "Oh, fuck you. No fucking way." Her head shakes, and she peels at the label of her empty bottle. "I grew up in the heat. Fuck this cold shit."
[Leon Davenport] He laughed at Amy's comment "Well like Jack said, it ain't too bad right now, but I get your point. I should try and visit the south eventually. Beacxhes and all do sound intersting with this weather"He look at his empty beer "Yeah, I guess I could use another"
[Amunet Trujillo] Holding up two fingers, she gestures between Leon and herself and drops a twenty on the bar top. "Fucking Oklahoma has fucking snow now too though, so I guess I would be fucked either way.
[Leon Davenport] He smiled at Amy when she paid her beer and at her comment "Thanks for the beer" He say picking his bottle up when the bartender bring them to Amy "To heat" He say tilting his beer to touch hers slightly "And may summer arrive fast"He grin and drank form the bottle
[Amunet Trujillo] Her hand rests on Leon's knee for a moment, before she moves her hand to pick up the beer and take a drink.
[Jack Hill] "Dude, a guy was pulled out into Lake Michigan by a fucking tidal wave, they're digging up homeless people who were buried in snow drifts for three days, frozen solid, and a pregnant woman gave birth on lakeshore drive while she was snowbound for 12 hours, and the city called off school for the first time in 12 fucking years - " that sharp look, lifting over Leon's features to Amy's. Something about the rant makes it feel conversational, the sort of thing you share with strangers, but there's more behind it. "So yeah, I wasn't saying it's not bad. I was - "
A sound of frustration, maybe, at the back of his throat. He gives Amy a direct look, lifting his chin at her like he was stretching for something. "You from Oklahoma? Tom Coburn, man."
[Amunet Trujillo] She laughs, shaking her head at Jack. "Doctor fucking No, right"
[Leon Davenport] He smiled at Amy then at Jack's rant "It's all aamtter of perspective. It's bad for the peopel here because they're ont used to it. You live north and you jsut look outside and say..hmmm another winter day. It's the same for everything else. For some people 50 grand is a lot of money, for others, it's their weekly income. To some blood from a gunshot wound is a lot, for me, it's just the usual" He shrugh
[Jack Hill] "Bloody maniac," Jack agrees, lifting his bottle in vague toast. "That man should be committed for the country's protection."
Then, another look at Leon. He shakes his head once, reaching up to scritch blunt hands through his beard. "Naw, man. Chicago isn't that much different from Toronto, not in winter. The wind's're worse here; this was a monster storm, insane. Wrath of god stuff, you know? Toronto, Svalbard, Baffin Island - it'd be a monster storm anywhere. Did'ja hear the thunder? Thunder in a snowstorm - Jesus. Almost makes you believe in an angry god. Old testament Tom fuckin' Coburn style."
Then, a look between them. "What the hell brought you from Toronto to Chicago, anyway?"
[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head at Jack while he drank from his beer "Yeah I guess your right. As for your question: family buisness. We are lacking in representatives here, so here I am, doing my part for Gaia and Nation." He grin. He wasn't really bound by queen and country or other human notions like that.
[Jack Hill] Leon mentions family business, and has Jack assuming he's a. a mobster; or b. a fucking hedge fund baby. That wariness creeps in around his eyes. Then, he says Gaia and Nation and Jack, our Jack, nearly chocks on his goddamned beer.
"Jesus - what?" he cuts a surreptitious look at the bartender, then back to Leon. Flabbergasted.
[Amunet Trujillo] Amy becomes VERY interested in the label of her bottle suddenly, hand resting on Leon's knee for a moment again.
[Leon Davenport] He offer the man a grin. He hadn't spoken loud enough for the bartender to hear. The man, unless nudged spent his time as far away from this end of the bar as possible. And if the mention of Gaia surprised the man, he should have been at the other bar last night, when a Fostern mentioned tribe names and things liek pack and tilte liek corporate wolves in a conversation tone. There was music, there were people chatting and because of his rage, no one around them to hear his words clearly. Beside if someone around them knew about Gaiaand the Nation...well his Rage would have been a better giveaway than his words.
"Relax Jack, I owuldn't have said that if there was acahnce of someone hearing them. I'm pretty much aware of my surroundings"He say, placing his hand over Amy's for a moment before letting it go is she wanted to take it off his knee
[Amunet Trujillo] She smiles at Leon vaguely, eyes flickering between him and Leon and Jack. "Maybe we should get out of here?"
[Jack Hill] The surprise on his features filters into a certain stiffness. It's the coincidence he has trouble swallowing, and he's giving Leon a quiet, direct look, mouth quirked at the corner, eyes alert. His heart's racing, god he can feel in beating in his chest, though his breathing seems calm. "Yeah, man - " another glance at the tender, a frown at the empty place left by Gina. Who didn't pay for her drink. Whose stolen drink will come out of the wages of someone paid $2.13 an hour plus tips.
It just shows briefly thoughtful on his face. " - listen - " he hasn't finished his beer, Jack. He won't now. Instead, he holds his hands out, flat, fingertips tiled upwards. "I wasn't accusing you of anything, you know. Not - just, yeah. Unexpected." Exhales a brief, sharp breath he didn't know he was holding.
"That's all."
[Leon Davenport] He nodded "No harm's done, still you never know who is paying attention" He turned to Amy "We can go if oyu want, but everything's good here if you were worried"He say with a charming smile. He seemed relaxed, despite the intensity in his eyes, but it was there all the time, certainly was the previous occasions she has met him. He just was this way.
[Amunet Trujillo] "Either way... as long as everything is cool."
[Leon Davenport] He nodded to her "We can stay here." He drank from his bottle, his eyes looking around as usual, settling on her for a moment, then on Jack, finally on her again "Are you hungry?"
[Jack Hill] Jack makes a low noise in the back of the throat. He's not aware of it, but there's a new stiffness to his posture that his easy charm does not dispel. A moving look lifts between them. He picks up his beer, turns the bottle around in his hand again, then puts it down. His fingers are ink stained, the tips, the worlds of his fingerprints, like he's been reading an actual physical newspaper in the last few hours.
With another frown, he looks at Gina's empty drink. It's not been collected yet. Maybe the tender's hoping she'll come back and make good. She won't, but Jack does, reaching into his pocket and putting down a few more wrinkled dollar bills on the bartop. He glances at his phone again, frowns faintly, then slips into his pocket. Gives the pair another wreathing look.
"Listen, man. I gotta jet." A brief pause; he's slipping off the barstool, reaching to tug his scarf around his face, button up his coat. "Uhm, good to meet you both," sounding not at all like he means it, still obviously on edge. "Good luck and all. See you around."
[Jack Hill] (must sleep! thanks for the scene. :))
He breathes out a laugh as Gina explains her reasons, looks back at the 'tender and ventures, "Mango whiskey?" mouth splitting in a grin framed by his rough blond beard. Another glance down at the screen of his phone, then, before he taps it back to sleep and slides it into an inner pocket of his sport coat.
A brief, sharp-eyed glance at Amunet, Leon, Gina. "Jack," he offers, swiveling on the bar stool to face them. Then a look directly at Amunet, the spark of blue eyes, lively and intelligent in his otherwise plain face. "Thanks for the drink, Amy."
[Amunet Trujillo] "Yeah. No problem." She looks Jack over slowly, taking in every inch before glancing at Leon with a quick smile and picking up her shot. "To Thursday."
[Gina McClaren] *Gina on the otherhand, does not offer a name. Instead she retreives the untouched cherry whiskey offered to Jack, and slides off her stool with a jingle of bracelets. Heading to the jukebox as she takes her shot. On her way she eases the tilting beer bottle out of a passed out patron's hand, setting it on the table in front of him before he's awakened by a smash of glass. Coins clink in the music machine, and she bounces on one foot as she considers her selections.*
[Leon Davenport] He watched them all, eyes slighly glancing around, often to the entrance, analysing who steps in and out, identifying possible troubemakers. He offer Amy a smile back, picking his shot and raising "To thursday" He downed it once Jack took his as well. He noiticed Gina not giving her name or even aknowledge the presentations. Well someone will have to learn respect eventually.But not tonight..he will ask around about her first.
[Amunet Trujillo] She does her shot, slamming the glass down just like last night and signaling for another round. "So, Leon. You from Chicago?"
[Leon Davenport] He shook his head "No I"m from Toronto,. I moved here last week actually. Seem my gang thought we needed a bigger presence so here I am." He smiled "Didn't have much choice in the matter, really" He say without resetment, It jsut was the way things were. He was told to come and he did. It's all about duty after all.
[Amunet Trujillo] "Jesus fuck, you're newer here than I am." Her nose wrinkles a little, and she raises her shot glass at John when it arrives.
[Jack Hill] Amy looks him up and down, taking in each of his seventy-three inches, give or take a few lost because he's seated on a bar stool rather than standing. He's not much to look at, Jack. Though his tall frame is solid under his various layers, he's not a body builder and there's nothing except rangy to describe his physique. His features are ordinary - close set eyes, think blond brows, a bit bushy, a long face that might seem mournful if not for an quick smile and lively blue eyes, a long nose, turned a bit offcenter near the tip. Like it was broken at some point in the past, or just nudged passed the median line of his features.
Jack raises his shot when Amy toasts Thursday, but doesn't down it. No: he takes a mouthful, not the whole thing, holds it like it was served in a low-ball rather than a shot glass, blunt fingers arrayed around the mouth. A subtle shift has his eyes following Gina as she trails off toward the jukebox.
[Gina McClaren] *"I go out walking" begins to play on the Juke, low strains of Patsy Cline drifting meloncholy through the bar. Gina leans against the machine, it more than solid enough to support her padded frame. Kohl rimmed eyes drift shut as she rolls a shotglass between her fingers. Enjoying the mournful melody with a soft hum.*
[Amunet Trujillo] "That girl?" She does the shot, then points the empty glass in Gina's direction. "Totally fuckable."
[Leon Davenport] He smiled at her "Yeah, seems like it" He took his shot and downed it, while looking at Amy for a moment, then around, watching everything and everyone for some time. His attention came back to Amywhen she spokeand chuckled "Well maybe you should take a chance with her" He grin, teasing her.
[Amunet Trujillo] She shrugs, waving her hand in a permissive action. "If you'd rather fuck her, go right ahead." She grins, quite possibly teasing about the implication.
Or maybe not.
[Leon Davenport] His eyes stayed on Amy "Actually, I"m quite comfortable sitting where I am right now"He simply reply with a crooked grin, taking another drink from his beer.
[Amunet Trujillo] She smiles again, crossing her legs and going back to sipping at her beer. "So. Toronto. Isn't that like, the fucking Disneyland of Canada or some shit?"
[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head "No, not really. Simply the biggest city of the country, economical center and all that. There's a few tourists attractions but mostly it's just a busy place. It's nice though. Pretty good nightlife"He with a smile "Maybe you should visit one day" He grinned, looking at her
[Amunet Trujillo] "Maybe I will. You know how we are. Can't stay in one place very long."
[Jack Hill] Amy's comment draws a sideswipe of a look from Jack, blue eyes sweeping from her to Leon as he challenges her. Jack's grin is gone, bushy brows rising, speculative over his sharp gaze. A cut of a glance back toward Gina now, but the quality is different somehow - moving, alert.
Under his breath, a low exhale. He doesn't comment on Gina's charms, one way or the other. On the bar, fingers tap out the rhythm to the song on the wood. Fingertips. When the bartender returns to his stretch of the bar, his lifts his bottle by the base, tips it up. Requests another. The exchange is quiet, and has him reaching back into the inner pocket of his sport coat for both phone and cash, peeling a few crumpled dollars out for his second beer, followed by another for the tip.
[Leon Davenport] He nodded at Amy's comment "Well who knows, maybe you'll find something worth staying here" He say with a slight grin. He drank some more from his bottle, blue eyes looking into Amy's for a moment then he shifted his attention to Jack "New to the city yourself Jack?"
[Amunet Trujillo] "Maybe a bunch of reasons." She nods, looking at Jack again as she sips at her beer.
[Gina McClaren] *Fuckable as she may or may not be - (and as of late it would seem she is Not.) The kin at the jukebox is content with her music.
For a moment. Funny thing about striders. There's always something better down the road. Beckoning. So it is that she slips out before the first thin strains of the Watchmen's "Stereo" begin. Onward and into the city, a stolen cherry whiskey to the good.*
[Jack Hill] "Hmm?" The tender brings him back his beer; he grabs it by the neck, picks it up, looks at the label and turns it around as he's taking the first drink. There's a picture of a duck or something. A goose, flying. Outside, the sidewalk is cleared by bounded by huge, lumpen drifts of shoveled snow. Wind from the lake sends snow swirling against the glass. It's warm in here; bitter cold outside.
He glances back at Amy, Leon then, that touch of surprise in one his face. He wasn't expecting to be drawn back into their conversation, which felt like a strange contest with unknown stakes. Still, an affable, quick grin. "More or less. I worked here a few years back. Been in and out with various things, 'til I got a semi-permanent gig nailed down. Just in time for the winter of all winters," he finishes, lifting the beer bottle toward the windows of the bar, winter outside, by way of explanation.
[Amunet Trujillo] "Fucking snow." Draining her beer, she signals for another.
[Leon Davenport] He noticed Gina moving out of the bar without saying goodbye or looknig their way. That kin..is wello wierd to the say least. But she doesn't seem that bad..well she won't when she learn some respect that is. His eyes moved back to Amy and her answer, noticing her eyes on Jack. Maybe it's because the guy was replying, or maybe like the silent Get yesterday, this girl seem interested in msot males around. Too bad for him it seem.
He odwned his beer before replying to Jack "Yeah, it's one harsh winter"He say, ont really impressed, He had seen as bad if not worst in Toronto. Amy's comment made him smile though. The girl was crealy from somewhere down south
[Amunet Trujillo] "You need a beer, sugar?" She nudges Leon, gesturing to his bottle.
[Jack Hill] "Try New Hampshire in January," Jack counters. "Then you'll have something to complain about."
[Amunet Trujillo] "Oh, fuck you. No fucking way." Her head shakes, and she peels at the label of her empty bottle. "I grew up in the heat. Fuck this cold shit."
[Leon Davenport] He laughed at Amy's comment "Well like Jack said, it ain't too bad right now, but I get your point. I should try and visit the south eventually. Beacxhes and all do sound intersting with this weather"He look at his empty beer "Yeah, I guess I could use another"
[Amunet Trujillo] Holding up two fingers, she gestures between Leon and herself and drops a twenty on the bar top. "Fucking Oklahoma has fucking snow now too though, so I guess I would be fucked either way.
[Leon Davenport] He smiled at Amy when she paid her beer and at her comment "Thanks for the beer" He say picking his bottle up when the bartender bring them to Amy "To heat" He say tilting his beer to touch hers slightly "And may summer arrive fast"He grin and drank form the bottle
[Amunet Trujillo] Her hand rests on Leon's knee for a moment, before she moves her hand to pick up the beer and take a drink.
[Jack Hill] "Dude, a guy was pulled out into Lake Michigan by a fucking tidal wave, they're digging up homeless people who were buried in snow drifts for three days, frozen solid, and a pregnant woman gave birth on lakeshore drive while she was snowbound for 12 hours, and the city called off school for the first time in 12 fucking years - " that sharp look, lifting over Leon's features to Amy's. Something about the rant makes it feel conversational, the sort of thing you share with strangers, but there's more behind it. "So yeah, I wasn't saying it's not bad. I was - "
A sound of frustration, maybe, at the back of his throat. He gives Amy a direct look, lifting his chin at her like he was stretching for something. "You from Oklahoma? Tom Coburn, man."
[Amunet Trujillo] She laughs, shaking her head at Jack. "Doctor fucking No, right"
[Leon Davenport] He smiled at Amy then at Jack's rant "It's all aamtter of perspective. It's bad for the peopel here because they're ont used to it. You live north and you jsut look outside and say..hmmm another winter day. It's the same for everything else. For some people 50 grand is a lot of money, for others, it's their weekly income. To some blood from a gunshot wound is a lot, for me, it's just the usual" He shrugh
[Jack Hill] "Bloody maniac," Jack agrees, lifting his bottle in vague toast. "That man should be committed for the country's protection."
Then, another look at Leon. He shakes his head once, reaching up to scritch blunt hands through his beard. "Naw, man. Chicago isn't that much different from Toronto, not in winter. The wind's're worse here; this was a monster storm, insane. Wrath of god stuff, you know? Toronto, Svalbard, Baffin Island - it'd be a monster storm anywhere. Did'ja hear the thunder? Thunder in a snowstorm - Jesus. Almost makes you believe in an angry god. Old testament Tom fuckin' Coburn style."
Then, a look between them. "What the hell brought you from Toronto to Chicago, anyway?"
[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head at Jack while he drank from his beer "Yeah I guess your right. As for your question: family buisness. We are lacking in representatives here, so here I am, doing my part for Gaia and Nation." He grin. He wasn't really bound by queen and country or other human notions like that.
[Jack Hill] Leon mentions family business, and has Jack assuming he's a. a mobster; or b. a fucking hedge fund baby. That wariness creeps in around his eyes. Then, he says Gaia and Nation and Jack, our Jack, nearly chocks on his goddamned beer.
"Jesus - what?" he cuts a surreptitious look at the bartender, then back to Leon. Flabbergasted.
[Amunet Trujillo] Amy becomes VERY interested in the label of her bottle suddenly, hand resting on Leon's knee for a moment again.
[Leon Davenport] He offer the man a grin. He hadn't spoken loud enough for the bartender to hear. The man, unless nudged spent his time as far away from this end of the bar as possible. And if the mention of Gaia surprised the man, he should have been at the other bar last night, when a Fostern mentioned tribe names and things liek pack and tilte liek corporate wolves in a conversation tone. There was music, there were people chatting and because of his rage, no one around them to hear his words clearly. Beside if someone around them knew about Gaiaand the Nation...well his Rage would have been a better giveaway than his words.
"Relax Jack, I owuldn't have said that if there was acahnce of someone hearing them. I'm pretty much aware of my surroundings"He say, placing his hand over Amy's for a moment before letting it go is she wanted to take it off his knee
[Amunet Trujillo] She smiles at Leon vaguely, eyes flickering between him and Leon and Jack. "Maybe we should get out of here?"
[Jack Hill] The surprise on his features filters into a certain stiffness. It's the coincidence he has trouble swallowing, and he's giving Leon a quiet, direct look, mouth quirked at the corner, eyes alert. His heart's racing, god he can feel in beating in his chest, though his breathing seems calm. "Yeah, man - " another glance at the tender, a frown at the empty place left by Gina. Who didn't pay for her drink. Whose stolen drink will come out of the wages of someone paid $2.13 an hour plus tips.
It just shows briefly thoughtful on his face. " - listen - " he hasn't finished his beer, Jack. He won't now. Instead, he holds his hands out, flat, fingertips tiled upwards. "I wasn't accusing you of anything, you know. Not - just, yeah. Unexpected." Exhales a brief, sharp breath he didn't know he was holding.
"That's all."
[Leon Davenport] He nodded "No harm's done, still you never know who is paying attention" He turned to Amy "We can go if oyu want, but everything's good here if you were worried"He say with a charming smile. He seemed relaxed, despite the intensity in his eyes, but it was there all the time, certainly was the previous occasions she has met him. He just was this way.
[Amunet Trujillo] "Either way... as long as everything is cool."
[Leon Davenport] He nodded to her "We can stay here." He drank from his bottle, his eyes looking around as usual, settling on her for a moment, then on Jack, finally on her again "Are you hungry?"
[Jack Hill] Jack makes a low noise in the back of the throat. He's not aware of it, but there's a new stiffness to his posture that his easy charm does not dispel. A moving look lifts between them. He picks up his beer, turns the bottle around in his hand again, then puts it down. His fingers are ink stained, the tips, the worlds of his fingerprints, like he's been reading an actual physical newspaper in the last few hours.
With another frown, he looks at Gina's empty drink. It's not been collected yet. Maybe the tender's hoping she'll come back and make good. She won't, but Jack does, reaching into his pocket and putting down a few more wrinkled dollar bills on the bartop. He glances at his phone again, frowns faintly, then slips into his pocket. Gives the pair another wreathing look.
"Listen, man. I gotta jet." A brief pause; he's slipping off the barstool, reaching to tug his scarf around his face, button up his coat. "Uhm, good to meet you both," sounding not at all like he means it, still obviously on edge. "Good luck and all. See you around."
[Jack Hill] (must sleep! thanks for the scene. :))
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