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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]

"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.