Entrance

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a loud, bolsterous fatman in the bar, and no he's not Zim of Invader Zim doing his "Santa Claus" Act (give the mun a break-it's what she's watching.) Sporting a Fedora and a Rather oustentatious tie, he's yelling out the door at a taxicab.

"Yeah fella? SAME TO YOU YOU SONOFFA-"

The last part is obscured by the sound of a rather loud and obnoxious horn. The kind you would hear from a 1930s car.
Carl, disgusted, removes his coat and looks about flabbergasted at the idea that there isn't a coat rack by the door-but he shrugs it off.

Striding to the bar, he slams a fist on the wood, "Hey-Bartender! Jack Daniels! onna rocks!"

Someone, please, tell Carl he's not in Kansas anymore?

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"It's sentient."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"He-h-how-"

Jack eyes the bar, "Waaaiiitt a minute-this is a magic trick right?" he raises an eyebrow, "Good one buddy! a sentient bar. I'm impressed, very impressed. I thought the slight of hand was my bit."

he pats Jack on the back.

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Jack grits his teeth and yet again avoids headbaring.

"It's the truth, Carl. Ask it for something else."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"...glass of water?"

Carl's voice sounds weak.

The water materializes, "Holy...Holy hell Jack-Jack-do you realize what we have here?"

Carl's eyes have that gleam, "No, but...well..."
He's deep in thought though, soberized.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

And Jack has that gleam. No, not the, "ooh, shiny," gleam. The "ooh, stabby" gleam.

"Carl, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking about...don't."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Doin?" Carl grinned at his friend, "Doin' what? I'm on my best behavior. Part of the conditions of parole." He pats Jack, "Don't worry pal."

He's grinning.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

After what happened on Skull Island, Jack had every reason to worry. He's not smiling.

"You bring a camera in here, or a crew, I'll call security."

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At that, Carl looks pained, "They won't let me near a camera or a crew." Carl says saidly, " I mean...my life's work you know?"

His eyes are suddenly moist, "They won't let me near a goddamn Camera!."

He'd pound a fist on the bar but he's been told not to, so instead he hits his leg, "Jack...why the hell didn't you call?"

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Jack takes a moment to pause and stare into space.

Then he does something rather unexpected.

He grabs Carl by the sleeve of his blazer and gives him a nice hardy smack across the face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Carl?"

Oh yes. He said "fuck."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

See Carl. See Carl be reasonably stunned.

"Jack, hey-take it easy..."

He's more shocked by the use of such common venacular like...fuck

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"No, I won't take it easy, Carl. Not after you kidnapped me and lied to an entire crew. Not when you led fourteen men to their deaths just so you could make a goddamned movie. If you hadn't have gone out of your way to provoke dinosaurs and a giant ape, more men would've made it out alive, but it was your greed and your arrogance that caused more deaths than were neccessary."

Jack's face is red. Quite red.

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"...Feel better?"

Carl's face has a darkness to it.

"You know me Jack, buddy. How long have you known me now?" he twiddles his fingers, "...Movies are the meal-ticket of the future. People deserved. to know."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"And that's all that matters to you, Carl. The money. You should give humanity a try. There's not money in it but it'll earn you some respect."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl eyed him, "...I ain't gonna fight you Jack." He looked disgusted with himself, "Why are ya still talking to me if you think I'm reprensible?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He looks away and lowers his hand.

"Because you're my friend and I care about you."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Friend."

Carl shakes his head, "Man...Carl-Ann..."

Carl, when he's getting drunk, goes through three stages. excited, crazy, then weepy.

This is stage three.
But Carl's not gonna get upset for fear of getting slapped.

"I'm...I'm so sorry..."

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"Ann's not here," he staps, picking up one of the matchboxes and twirling it furiously.

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Carl eyes the matchbox, "You start smoking?"

He's confused, and looking tired. He's eyeing jack's drink, "And are you gonna finish that?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"No, I haven't started smoking and no you cannot have my drink."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Jack, Jack-"

Carl's eyes go shifty, "Listen-buddy, I've got this plan, if you write out a decent script then I know a guy-no island, no any of that-"

A grin, "If I show um gold they'll let me back in the studio! Not this place-" Carl's grinning now, "Just get me a script and I'll get a camera and..."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"No."

Perhaps Carl should've called Capital One.