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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a Carl in the bar.

Wary, somewhat nervous-He tried to call Jack and-surprise the phone was busy.

So he's come here looking for him.
But he's up for finding anybody.

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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"You. Have never had that problem."

Something is definately up.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack kicks back the rest of his scotch and raises his eyebrow before flagging down a passing wait rat to order yet another scotch.

Hey, he's embracing his inner F. Scott Fitzgerald.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's drumming his fingers on the table, waving a hand at a waiter offering to refill his glass. He's figuring he might need to stay sober.

"Two in a row?" Carl raises a brow, "What's the occasion?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"I had a really good two days, Carl. Don't believe me?"

If Carl's a good eye reader, he might be able to see the pain in Jack's.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's used to reading eyes, and expressions, "No. I don't."

Comes from being in the movies Jack.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Peter Jackson movies, maybe?

"Believe what you want to believe, Carl."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Something. Is bothering you." Carl says, "And if you think that I'm gonna stop askin' about it then you've got another thing commin' fella. Carl denham never quits.."

As evidenced by nearly being arrested before bringing back a giant monkey.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Well maybe Carl Denham should quit tonight," he snaps.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"What the hell's that supposed ta mean?" Carl raised an eyebrow, sitting back, "Jack-buddy-take it easy-"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"It means you should stop asking questions."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Fine."

Carl holds up a hand, standing up.

"Fine. Ya know what? Fine. You don't wanna listen to the concern of a friend? C'mon let's get up and go."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Go where, Carl? I don't want to go anywhere."

Jack's eyes are dark as he looks up at Carl.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Now, for as much as he considers it a flaw, Carl Denham's a Big Guy..

A fella that could potentially, despite height-make Jack Driscoll very...well...very something.

However, today is not the day for such activities.

"Fine." Carl stands, grabbing his coat, "See if I care again fella. Goddamn tortured artists! Ya get o ne."

He points at Jack's nose as he grabs his hat.

"You get one. and the next time I haul your sorry ass back outside and dip it in cold water!"

And so saying Carl's gone in a huff.