hot_guitarist (hot_guitarist) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-27 15:23:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Trying to Keep a Happy Face
Who: Pat and Jack
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night, Feb. 26th
Jack sat at a table in Avarice with Pat. He was worried about his daughter, whom he actually hadn't seen in a few days, and felt the need to talk to someone about it. Elle was busy with her club, although she had said that she had seen Mere and knew that she was OK, at least physically. While this managed to ease some of his fears, he was still worried. So, he turned to Pat, who was married to the other woman who was worried about Ash, Patience. Because what else would Mere be worried about at the moment?
"Slow it down, brother.... getting ripped isn't gonna help Meredith, and you know it." Not that Pat usually minded Jack pounding a few down, but he knew that drinking out of fear and worry was much more harmful than drinking for fun. "We'll find a way. I don't want her to get hurt either, you know..."
Jack glared at the beer in his hands for a moment before setting it back down. "I know I shouldn't, but, when I worry, I drink," he admitted. He thought on that statement for a moment before saying, "That's probably a bad thing, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It is. Unlike Louise, YOU'RE not immortal. And neither is your liver." He couldn't help but smirk there, knowing that somehow? Snark usually got through to him more than common sense. "So... what's going on there, anyway? I mean... I don't get to talk to you much without the rest of the band around, and I've been curious. I mean... are you guys still trying to work things out?"
He nodded. "Things are OK, there," he said. "I mean, I'm not screwing it up in any way, so that's OK to me, at least." They didn't get to see each other much lately, but, with band stuff for him and club stuff for her, things were just busy at the moment.
"You know..." Ok, so Pat felt it was up to him to at least TRY to make Jack laugh here... "Bright side of this... she'll ALWAYS be a babe. You can be like Mick Jagger and she'll STILL look like that."
Jack made a face. "But I don't want to look like Mick Jagger," he said. "Or, you know, say 'I'd rather be dead than sing Satisfaction when I'm forty' only to be doing it way beyond that age."
"Or wake up in bed with David Bowie. But that goes without saying, really." Pat managed to say without snickering... maybe Patience was finally rubbing off on him.
"If I wake up in a bed with David Bowie, then it's been a really bad night," Jack said with a slight shudder.
"Although.... I think a few of the groupies you've been with had roughly the same hairdo he had in Labryinth..." Pat said with a grin as he took a chug of his soda.
Jack shook his head. "Hey, we're all allowed to make a few mistakes, aren't we?" Jack would rather not point out the fact that, about ten or so years ago, his hair looked a little like that. Yeah...never gonna get that out of him.
"And so you know..." He finally admitted, sighing once. "You aren't the only one trying to fight off being worried. I'm terrified for Patience and the baby, Jack. She's so worried about Ash..."
"I know," Jack said, sighing. "Sometimes I think I just want to find that kid and strangle him, just so that he wouldn't worry the important ladies in our lives so much." He had threatened to go after Ash with a baseball bat the first time him and Mere broke up, actually.
"I know the feeling. I'm torn between loving him as my brother-in-law... and wanting to break his fucking neck for putting Patience and Meredith through this." Pat grumbled, never willing to admit this to anyone but Jack. "I feel for him. Losing Lucy had to be bad. I mean, I remember how I felt when I lost Patience. But... I'm tired of him making them hurt."
"You and me both," Jack agreed. "It seems that every time that kid has a hiccup, Mere freaks out about it." So, it had long been painfully obvious to Jack what Mere and others only seemed to now realize.
"Believe me, I understand. Try explaining to Patience that she doesn't need to worry or freak out every time he decides to be Trent Reznor Jr., man." Did Pat really mean all this? Probably not. But everyone needed to vent sometimes, you know?
"Then we, my friend, are in the same boat," Jack said simply to Pat. "I just wish there was a way to fix that kid so that he wouldn't go off the handle every time something bad happens. What's he gonna do when he has a kid and they get a D on their report card? Summon the black forces of voodoo?"
"Yeah. Well. You'll understand if I'm not real keen on Uncle Ash babysitting by himself." Pat said with a shitty little smirk. "Like I said... I like the kid. But he needs to stop the shit."
"It would be nice, wouldn't it?" Jack asked. It would also be nice for him to have a semi-normal life, but that wasn't going to happen, now, was it?