Jefferson (missinggrace) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-01-26 12:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, jefferson / mad hatter, killian jones / captain hook |
Who: Jefferson & Killian Jones (plus a NPC named Candi)
When: Backdated to January 13, 2013
Where: Room 1105
What: Fresh from his pants-less Subway ride, Killian tries to bring Jefferson a ‘friend’. It goes about as well as expected.
Rating: Low/Snarky
He was doing a fairly good job at pretending like he’d forgotten Killian’s “threat”. At least, he liked to think so. Pulling the whistling kettle off of his stove, Jefferson filled the nearby mug to the brim, soaking the tea bag within, and then carried the mug over to living room. The room was impeccably clean, but that wasn’t because an annoying pirate might be bringing a stranger to his door. It was habit. Honestly. And the fact that he was fully dressed, well that was simply because he’d intended to order takeout and answering the door without pants on was ridiculous. All right, so maybe he wasn’t doing half as well as he’d liked to have thought. But the simple fact remained - Jefferson did not want Killian dragging some strange woman to his apartment. The kind of woman that would agree to that sort of thing was questionable to begin with, and he was still very much not interested in the kind of liaisons Jones was so happy to partake in. The night at the bar had been awkward and painful enough without Hook’s “wingman” determination carrying over to the safety of Jefferson’s apartment. Hopeful that the lack of a knock on his door would continue until morning, he sat down and leaned back into the sofa cushions. A repeat of Myth Busters played quietly on the television across from him, but it admittedly had lost his full attention some time ago. Jefferson was never going to be lucky enough to get away with not being harassed on a Sunday afternoon, especially when one was friends with Killian Jones. Poor chap already knew what he was getting himself into, at least, and Killian only did it because he cared. Or because he was bored. Either way, he made a few new friends on the pantsless-Subway ride, and one in particular had a fondness for Sebastian Stan’s face. She’d spent more than her fair share of time gushing over the fact that Killian knew Jefferson, and the conversation spiraled straight toward Killian offering to introduce them. He may have mentioned how utterly lonely Jefferson was as well, which had the girl in full-on sympathy mode and primed for a good time. Killian knocked on Jefferson’s door with his good hand, and leaned against the doorframe with both arms crossed against his chest. The young lady anxiously bounced behind him, quietly muttering about her hair or her make-up or a number of things Killian had absolutely no interest in. The goal here was just to pawn her off and be on his way, leaving Jefferson to enjoy the rest of his evening. Jefferson glared at the door, not immediately getting up to answer it. Maybe if he ignored it, Killian would go away. Ha, fat chance. Exhaling a loud breath and rolling his eyes, he climbed to his feet and moved to open the door. Halfway there, he reconsidered his approach and only opened it a few inches. “Go away,” he grumbled through the space, sparing the woman who abruptly stopped fussing with her hair at Killian’s side only the briefest of frowning glances. “Ah, can’t.” Killian graced Jefferson with a haphazard grin and hooked his... hook into the door opening. At least for Jefferson’s sake, Killian had put pants on after leaving the subway, as had the woman (though the length of her skirt made that notion slightly suspect). His expression was also light and slightly more jovial than it was on a normal day, the faint flush across his cheeks giving away the fact that he’d already finished his flask of rum. “Brought you a gift. Her name is Call-” Killian broke off and glanced down at her with a questioning look, to which she bristled a little and crossed her arms over her chest, answering shortly. “Candi.” Killian’s wide-eyed, almost insulting expression turned back to Jefferson and he offered a noncommittal shrug. “She’s a fan of yours, and I offered her a chance to meet you. How can you say no to that?” There was a number of glares during this conversation. The hook got one. Killian got one as the girl’s name was revealed, and the last comment was voiced. Even the space above both their heads on the opposite side of the hall got one, because apparently Jefferson had plenty to spare. Torn between wanting to say ‘easily - no’ and not actually wanted to be a complete asshole to a woman he didn’t even know, he shook his head and opened the door a bit further, knocking Killian’s hook away with a nudge of his hand. “Look, I don’t know what he told you, miss, but I’m not really the social type. Plus, he’s full of crap most of the time,” Jefferson murmured at the girl with a tug at his scarfed neck and a ruffle of his fingers through his hair. “So, let’s just make this easy and I’ll call you a cab. As for you...,” he directed at Killian, clenching his jaw, “...what about ‘don’t even think about it’ doesn’t make sense to you?” Killian was still grinning like an idiot, but it faltered slightly when the girl leaned in, her face now angry. She whispered to him, but the angry words were still loud enough for Jefferson to hear. “I thought you said he’d be happy for the company.” Killian waved her off, still unconcerned with the situation. “I may have embellished a little, sweetheart. He just needs someone to warm his bed and you,” Killian’s eyes dipped down to her body, “fit the bill.” That earned him a hmph and Candi backed away from both of the fairytale men, hands up in front of her. “Look, we got wrong ideas about this whole thing so I’m just gonna go. You two have fun.” Before she had a chance to leave, Killian called out, giving her another lecherous look. “You could just join both of us?” She clearly didn’t have much willpower, when her step faltered and she actually looked intrigued by the idea. Jefferson went from annoyed at Killian, to mildly surprised and proud that the woman balked upon finding out the truth, to glaring frustratingly at her when she paused. And Killian wondered why he’d shown zero interest in the women he’d brought around on their one and only outing for just that purpose. Leaning against the door frame, he stared the woman down with what was likely not a welcoming gaze, but seeing as it wa his default, who knows what she thought of it. “He’s kidding,” Jefferson grumbled, waving her towards the elevators. “Run while you can, miss.” He refused to utter the name ‘Candi’, figuring that calling her miss would only increase his chances of irritating her into leaving. Sure enough, she made a childish face and turned with a flip of her hair, flouncing away. When she was out of hearing, Jefferson turned a steely-eyed stare on Killian and frowned. “I don’t even want to know if you were being serious.” Killian held up his hook in mild protest, mouth opened to disagree with Jefferson’s grumble, but it was too late and the damage was done. Ah well. Not that he’d actually thought Jefferson would agree, still. The girl had been cute, but not cute enough to cry over the loss of her presence. So Killian turned back to Jefferson, trademark grin on his face. “No, I’d say you wouldn’t want to know the answer to that.” It was easy, picking at Jefferson and turning this all into a joke. Easy to forget Rumplestiltskin was just floors away. Easy to drink and flirt and pretend like he didn’t have a bloody care in the world. Which meant poor Jefferson got the brunt of his mood-swings. “Now, what reason did you have to turn this one away?” “I don’t need to explain myself to you, Killian. Any more than you’d care to explain yourself to me,” Jefferson sighed, pushing back off the doorframe and glancing into his apartment. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he turned back to the pirate and narrowed his eyes inquisitively. “You didn’t bring one home for yourself. You should have just passed right on by this room and headed for yours.” A pause followed and then his expression cleared with a lazy lift of one eyebrow. “Show’s not on for a little while yet. Going to stay for a drink?” Killian’s face did a perfect mirror for boredom at Jefferson’s answer, never having been someone who takes I don’t have to explain myself as an answer. But Jefferson was as stubborn as they came, and if he didn’t want to budge, he wasn’t going to. “Don’t think I’ll ever understand the desire to be alone, rather than losing yourself in someone for even the,” He stopped suddenly and his expression turned positively smarmy, “shortest amount of time. I’ll find someone a little more attracted to me for later.” He wasn’t quite able to mask the look of surprise that crossed his face with Jefferson’s question, however. Killian was more than a little used to people getting angry and kicking him out. Without even a moment’s hesitation, Killian pushed into Jefferson’s apartment. “Thought you’d never ask, mate.” In spite of himself, Jefferson laughed quietly at Killian’s none-too-subtle dig and rolled his eyes as the pirate barged in. He had a feeling he might regret that invitation, but Killian was somewhat right. Being alone wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Jefferson chose it more often than not because people were frustrating and old habits die hard, but he didn’t particularly enjoy it. Of course, he wasn’t going to admit as much out loud. Judging by that little flash of shock that had flashed across his face., Killian might start showing up at all hours with even the tiniest bit of encouragement and that simply wouldn’t do. “Please, make yourself at home,” Jefferson smirked, shutting the door and heading for the kitchen. He had his tea and didn’t feel like drinking, so he only grabbed one glass and poured Killian a few fingers worth of whiskey. “Don’t you have a job? Or are they not giving you enough work to keep you out of trouble?” Taking Jefferson completely seriously, Killian shrugged off his leather duster and draped it across the first chair he came to. Jefferson would probably come to regret that bit of sarcasm, but then Killian was likely to do whatever he wanted anyway, with or without the approval of others. Likely a good thing, considering he rarely actually received the approval of others. He took the glass of whiskey with a thankful smile - no proper pirate ever snubbed his nose as good whiskey - and even managed to refrain from pouring a little into Jefferson’s tea. No matter how much it seemed like he could use a stiff drink. “I could say the same to you, you know. Cold weather, less work. You won’t hear me complaining, at any rate.” Killian finished his drink in one gulp, barely wincing as the amber liquid traveled down his throat. “Good lord, that was good.” Even if it was a wonder how he could taste the drink with it going down that quickly, Killian still held his glass out for more. With the bottle still held in one hand, Jefferson watched Killian make himself comfortable with only a normal level of annoyance expressed in the grim line of his mouth. It might have twitched as the pirate held out the glass for a refill, but he wouldn’t be admitting his amusement just yet. Instead, he set the bottle down and slid it over to Killian’s side. “Why don’t you just take it and save us both some trouble.” Moving over to the couch, he picked up his tea cup to return to the kitchen for a refill. “As for the job, I worked today, as opposed to riding around the subway in my underpants. Unlike you, I don’t like having a lot of free time. Even if the job is dull as dull gets.” Killian accepted the bottle with a thankful incline of his head, and immediately refilled his glass. Turning down alcohol wasn’t in his genetic makeup, and if Jefferson was in the mood to give, Killian was in the mood to take. And drink it all. It was already going to his head from the lack of lunch, so the grins on his face came easily and it was nearly impossible to take him seriously. “Who said anything about free time, Jefferson?” Killian finished off his second drink and let the glass rest on the counter for a few moments before refilling it. He didn’t jump on finishing the third drink, “I keep myself plenty busy. Painfully busy. I just happen to enjoy more fun activities than yourself.” Truthfully, Killian hated being left alone with silence, or inactivity. That was when he was left alone with his thoughts, ideas of revenge, loneliness. That line of thought didn’t stick in his head long before he was refilling his glass. Jefferson watched the clearly drunk pirate with an intrigued tilt of his head. While his social skills were often lacking, he had twenty-eight years of experience at watching people and reading body language. That wasn’t to say he was any good at it, but he had his moments. Knowing Killian’s suicidal nature revealed on the show was absolutely possible here, where he was even less likely to get his “justice”, he worried the man might be driven to recklessness at any moment. “Something tells me you’re never having nearly as much fun as you like to pretend you are, Killian,” Jefferson murmured, taking a sip of his tea with a shrug. “But if it makes you feel better, have at it. Have you thought about trying to cash in on some of your popularity here? You never know, someone might let you pretend to captain a ship. For tourists,” he smirked. “Ooooh,” Killian’s lips pursed and he held his glass out to point at Jefferson. “Please tell me that you’re going to jump into my head and rummage around for a bit. You would make such a terribly good therapist.” Sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice, but the good natured smile was back in place and Killian snagged the bottle and headed straight for Jefferson’s sofa. “Come join me.” Killian slipped into the cushioned seat and reached over to pat the spot next to him. “You have an intriguing idea, and I’ve reached the point where I’d prefer anything that isn’t swabbing the decks.” He paid his dues long before, the years before he became Captain of his ship, and starting fresh was more difficult than he’s originally anticipated. And Killian was more than happy to use his fame for his own good. Flashing a snarky smirk at Killian’s sarcasm, Jefferson hesitated as he went to follow him into the living room. Considering the pirate’s mood, and his own, he reached into a cabinet and pulled out another bottle of whiskey. Spiked tea was better, anyway. And he was entirely less likely to be hypocritical with enough alcohol in his blood. “And here I thought you were fond of swabbing whatever you could get your hands on,” he teased as he took a spot on the sofa and popped open his bottle. Killian clearly wasn’t going anywhere and, if he was honest with himself, Jefferson didn’t mind. “Let’s just hope they don’t insist on you wearing a wig and purple tights.” |