The Continuing Irony of Steven Hyde

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and half a Hyde appears - dressed in jeans, his plaid jacket, and a black Bruce Lee ringer that is certainly superfly. The other half of him is still in the Point Place on the other side of the door, and he's holding onto the handle as he shouts something back into that other reality -

"I'M LEAVING, EDNA! PUT A FUCKING SOCK IN IT!"

He slams the door behind him, shaking his head and muttering "Christ!" That's when he looks up and sees where he is.

It produces only mild confusion before he shrugs it off, clomping over to the bar and ordering up one of Satan's Cherry Pops.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Um, sure... you know, you need to check that mouth of yours at the door sometime. You might get a pleasant surprise," he comes back with similar dryness.

"Look beyond the fact she's a college girl Hyde. Have you even asked her what she likes to do for fun?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"No." Hyde looks disbelieving. "It's not like she'd even tell me. She's already made up her mind about me, man. Forget it."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He puts raises his palms to Hyde defenisively. "Alright... fine. Sorry. I guess I just got carried away 'cause I'm so fond of her mom."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde smirks a little. "Well. Her mom is pretty foxy."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little smugly. "Yeah... she's a looker... and a lot more as well."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"I bet." Hyde takes another taste of beer, then finally asks:

"What brew is this, man? This is special."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You have no idea kid," he continues. "Puts the immortals to shame up there." He nods upstairs.

"Oh that? It's Boddies... um... Boddington's. The cream of Manchester... England. A fine ale. One of my favorites. And pretty strong too."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"See, I don't know the English stuff too well." But Hyde nods his frizzy little head over it. "And I think I'd like to get to know it better. It might not beat good ol' Milwaukee piss, but it's damn tasty."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He looks affronted. "Hey, that stuff shits all over Milwaukee piss... as you call it. Grow some tastebuds."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Can't. They've been permanently erased by a life of bad taste." Hyde smirks, but hey. He likes the Enflish stuff. Give the kid a break.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Break awarded. He drains his glass and watches with the usual timeless amusement when it refills after being returned to the counter.

"So... um... we gonna smoke again anytime soon?"

He inquires off handedly, perhaps trying to hide a more focused desire.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde quirks a serious snarkbrow.

"Any time you say, man. Do you really have to ask?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Guess not. Um... you care if the girl joins us next time. I don't think she'd mind. I may be wrong though. But she didn't exactly freak out when she found out I did it."

He smirks.

"And she seems to be developing a soft spot for you."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde actually looks super-pleased.

"Indy, man? It'd be an honor to have a fox like her at one of my circles. I bet she's actually smoked up before, even." He grins. "I can usually tell these things."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Dunno 'bout that. Never asked her. I will though."

He flicks his finger against the side of his glass idly.

"Be a bit weird mind you. Havin' a chick there during our guy time... you know?"

Indy equates their smoking sessions to something like the after dinner cigar room at a gentleman's club. The presence of women at such functions was not common in his time.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde finishes the last of his beer and stretches his legs and arms out, the arms eventually ending up behind his head.

"Yeah, I know. But I've done it with chicks before, man. If the chicks are cool, they can make a welcome addition to any circle. Especially if they take off their tops." He waggles his brows.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy thinks about this for a few seconds as he takes Hyde's empty glass and tilts it bar-wards. A new drink soon appears.

"And what makes you think I want you to see my girl's assets?" he drawls lazily with the hint of a grin.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde nods at the refilled drink. "Sweet," he comments.

"What makes you think that she wouldn't want to show me her assets, after a few tokes?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I'm not speaking for her kid. Just saying. God knows what she'll do if she gets wasted."

He seems to have disregarded his defensiveness to Hyde getting a peek in favor of an intrigue for what Lorelai might do for him in such a scenario.

"I say we do it," he declares firmly.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde slaps his thighs. "Alright, man. The sooner the better. Hell, we could do it right now for all I care."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He nods in agreement. "Sounds good... but she isn't around tonight. I'll let her know when I see her. Tomorrow maybe. You still in Raph's old digs?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde nods, frowning slightly. "Yeah. Don't know for how much longer, man. I can't pay that tab off."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He gives Hyde a serious look. He doesn't like the thought of his new friend not having anywhere to stay. He turns to the bar and mutters something under his breath.

If Hyde were to glance up at the tab board he would notice his debt decreasing down to zero while Indy's deficit balloons by a few hundreds.

"Taken care of kid." he smiles. "Just keep me in mind whenever you got a session planned."

[OOC: Hyde's tab is cleared and his room rent will be debited to Indy's tab until further notice]

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde doesn't think to look at the tab board, but he senses something fishy's going on.

"Indy, man. You don't have to help me. I'll be fine."

Embarassed? Why yes he is.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He winks at Hyde. "Don't worry about it. I owe you for sticking my nose with the Rory thing."

He notices Rory wander in to the bar at this point.

"Speaking of which... there she is. I'm gonna apologize to her as well. Smooth this all over. I'll catch you later... or tomorrow night... whatever."

He points at him with a grin. "Stay outta trouble."

And he's gone... ambling off to take a seat next to Rory (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2471677.html?thread=94754045#t94754045).