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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the bar for a while. Or, well, at least when he wasn't bloodied and semi-conscious.

Anyway. Jack hobbles downstairs, limping heavily as he heads for the chairs by the fireplace. His right arm is still in a sling, his knee still rigid, though the brusing around his eye and the red welt left from the burn on his cheek have faded a fair bit. He still doesn't look as though he's slept much though, which would probably be because he hasn't.

The noise and bustle in the bar is a little jarring, a little uncomfortable. After so many months living in a quiet, secluded area, he's not used to being around so many people at once. But it's better than sitting in his room for another day, staring at the TV or the walls.

He settles into a chair, propping his left leg on an ottoman. Pulling a book from inside his sling, he settles in to read, though not averse to companionship at the moment. Just don't be surprised if he's a little twitchy.

[ooc: Not sure how late I'll be on, and access is likely to be a little interrupted crap, have to run for a minute--back in a bit, but I'm perfectly willing to slowtime--just bear in mind that slowtimes from tonight won't be tagged until after 6 pm tomorrow. Work is kicking my ass again. And I'm back!]

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Cat attack!

Or, um, cat sniffing Jack's foot.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack looks up from his book at the sight of something moving in his peripheral vision. He just watches the cat for a moment. Sniffing good. Rubbing good. Biting? Not good.

He'll only do something about it if it's the last of those three.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Would he do something about the cat hopping on the armrest of the chair? 'cos that's where she's at now.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Of course he would! Namely, he'd lift his hand so the cat can sniff it before he attempts to pet it.

"Haven't seen you around before," he says softly. Knowing Milliways, he almost expects an answer.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Hey, she's already sniffed him. She want's pettin' now. She merely blinks at the other Jack.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Would gold eyes staring at him make him twitchy?

'Cause. Uh. They might be.

Behrooz doesn't want to interrupt Jack's reading. So it's just staring for now.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's probbaly going to be about a 10 on the twitch-o-meter.

Jack has the feeling someone's staring at him, and glancing up, he spots Behrooz. A second later, he notices Behrooz's eyes, in particular.

"Uh, hi, Behrooz," he says, closing his book.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, Jack looks different, too.

So Behrooz just says, "Hi," not remembering to avert his eyes.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Behrooz. Did you get new contacts?" Jack asks, trying to remember if he'd noticed Behrooz wearing contacts the last time he saw him.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

"... no."

Behrooz briefly wonders if Jack really thinks he'd choose such a weird color if needed contacts.

Maybe they'd be cheaper. Maybe that'd be a good excuse when he goes back to the outside.

Right. Focusing. He averts his eyes rather quickly. "I - don't wear contacts."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

Ryan stops in the bar and, noticing someone familiar by the chairs, makes his way over.

"Hey, Jack."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack jumps slightly at the sound, turning to see Ryan.

"Hey, Ryan. How have you been?" he asks, trying to sound as though he hadn't just been startled.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

The look of surprise and amusement on Ryan's face should tell Jack that he failed at that.

Ryan sits down at the chair across from him. "Elaine said you were back." He looks at the sling. "How're you feeling?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Better," Jack says, shifting a little in his chair. "It's good to see you again."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

Ryan nods. "You too. How long have you been out of the bar?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

And Angela spots Jack sitting with a book, and decides to help him make a small pile of two books.

Grinning, she sets a book (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0886777100/sr=8-5/qid=1140228793/ref=pd_bbs_5/103-2185072-4286262?%5Fencoding=UTF8) about the size of a brick down in front of him gently.

"I'm done with this one if you want to read it."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Though she puts it down pretty gently, he's still a little startled by the movement. The noise of the bar is giving him that vaguley uncomfortable feeling.

"Thanks, sweetheart. I'm sure if I don't like it, it'll make a good doorstop at least," he says, looking up at her.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela sits upon the arm of the chair. "How are you feeling?" she asks, putting an arm around his shoulders gently.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"A bit better," he says, giving her a tired smile. She doesn't need to know that he didn't sleep much the previous night, though it's probably rather obvious. "How are you doing?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I can't complain," she says softly, smiling.

She's feeling better than she did yesterday and she might--just might have a boyfriend.

Until she knows for sure, he's a boy and he's her friend, so that, at least, counts for something.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe spies Jack from her seekrit hiding place over there in the booth diagonal from him.

She quickly finishes writing something down and sneaks makes her way over.

"God Jack, you look like shit." Any normal person would smack their hand over their mouth a few seconds later, but instead, Chloe just leans over, appraising his injuries.

"What the hell happened to you?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing he had warning about Chloe's being in the bar, otherwise he would have jumped straight to the rafters. As it is, he only jumps a little.

"Well, hello to you too, Chloe," he says wryly.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

People would have payed to see that too.

"Hi. Ryan did tell you I was back, right? Not from the dead, though, I'm from earlier than the other Chloe. She's probably dead."

Aw, you'd think she was saving this wackiness for Jack.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Ryan didn't, but Elaine did. So...you know what happened to the other Chloe?" he asks, a little hestiantly.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

"Ryan told me that she had gone missing when Angela was six. Angela's 15, Jack. That's too long to be missing."