( fitz is clever. smart. knows what he's talking about. jason hasn't known him very long but he's been going back through the network logs, gathering intel about those who have been stuck here along with them. the immediate openness regarding his own connections down here caught him off guard, momentarily. what kind of dude just shares that he has connections with this bit of the underground? the corners of his lips shift up into a small smirk as he raises the whiskey glass back up to his lips, finishes off what's left in the glass,
waves the bartender over for a beer. )
Sounds fair to me. ( voice even. jason keeps his eyes leveled on fitz' own. looks fairly nonchalant, even if he's running through a dozen questions inside his head. ) Tell me, Mr. Fitz: what are you after?
( leaning in a little closer, a mischievous glint behind dull blue eyes. )
no subject
waves the bartender over for a beer. )
Sounds fair to me. ( voice even. jason keeps his eyes leveled on fitz' own. looks fairly nonchalant, even if he's running through a dozen questions inside his head. ) Tell me, Mr. Fitz: what are you after?
( leaning in a little closer, a mischievous glint behind dull blue eyes. )
I'm sure we can. . come to terms.