( likes knowing things, uh huh. jason--shows up early, of course. takes some time wandering around dark corners in the bar, listening to idle chit chat of some of the patrons. he likes the look of it: the patched together mess, full of mixed pieces that don't quite belong but fit together regardless.
the bartender gives a bit of info, it's cute, although there is still some deep dark piece of jason that resents being second to dick. he literally asked for it this time, he can't complain. also: the image of dick in this kind of bar is hilarious. he's seen him hang around in clubs before. heard rumors of some of his. . dirtier disguises. but the hole in the wall, rough and tumble bars dominated by gangs has always been jason's scene.
by the time fitz makes his way in, jason's gone through half his glass--whiskey, or whatever this weird ass future considers close enough. he raises a brow, corners of his lips upturning just a bit when fitz says his 'name', lets eyes run down fitz from head to toe, raking in every inch. doesn't hide it, because what fun is that? )
Oh I would never, Leopold. Not you, not after all I went through to get you here.
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the bartender gives a bit of info, it's cute, although there is still some deep dark piece of jason that resents being second to dick. he literally asked for it this time, he can't complain. also: the image of dick in this kind of bar is hilarious. he's seen him hang around in clubs before. heard rumors of some of his. . dirtier disguises. but the hole in the wall, rough and tumble bars dominated by gangs has always been jason's scene.
by the time fitz makes his way in, jason's gone through half his glass--whiskey, or whatever this weird ass future considers close enough. he raises a brow, corners of his lips upturning just a bit when fitz says his 'name', lets eyes run down fitz from head to toe, raking in every inch. doesn't hide it, because what fun is that? )
Oh I would never, Leopold. Not you, not after all I went through to get you here.