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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim has been rather enjoying spending weeks being moody and depressed in his suite, mainly because Sherlock's up there to make sure he's not actually all that moody and depressed. Bloody boyfriends, and their way of making life better. Jim would grump about that if he weren't pleased by it.

He's only in the bar now because his favourite distraction is asleep and anyway, they need food. Jim puts in a large order and, on a whim, asks for a current newspaper from their world. Bar provides an iPad with various headlines, and he scrolls through until he hits upon the news that NASA has discovered a solar system where life might have evolved.

He forgets about the food, and pretty much everything else for a while. Eventually he wanders over to the Window, still reading, and then just sits looking out at the explosions. 

(The ice cream he bought will be melting all over the Bar at some point, so if anyone wants free food he's probably not going to object, or even notice.)

Comments

[vyvyan]

"Expression. Probably don't have it in your world."

Vyvyan shrugs.

"Didn't go to primary school most the time. Mum was usually still asleep after a night of shoplifting. They didn't know what to do with me when I turned up, because I usually just kicked off and chucked stuff around rather than admit I couldn't read."

"Got excluded from secondary school a lot. Scumbag University will take anyone if they get money from the government."

"Didn't really care until recently. Killing Wilford by mistake fucked with my head. Or unfucked. One of those."

[just_cant_lose]

Blah blah blah, words. Jim's grinning.

'That's an expression?'

Ohhhh, he's going to have fun with that one. And if that's an expression, he bets Sherlock is also part of a meme or two. He needs internet to investigate this, immediately.

...oh right, there were other things. He waves his hand.

'If you care now, then what are you waiting for?'

Seriously.

'Why are you sitting here talking to me and not, right this minute, learing in to read?'

Jim hates laziness. There's no excuse for it.

[vyvyan]

"You volunteering to teach me?"

[just_cant_lose]

'No.'

God, no.

'The bar will have learning materials. Show some initiative. You might even be of some use to me, you know, but I don't employ anyone who can't read, or think for themselves.'

[vyvyan]

"How am I supposed to read when I don't know what it says?"

Duh.

"I mean, I know a couple of words. Like 'cornflakes'. But that's because they've got cornflakes in."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim sighs. Dear God.

'Learning. Materials,' he says, with an air of tightly controlled patience.

'Audio. Visual. This is not the 80s - and even in the 80s there were cassettes - so why don't you toddle over there and ask?'

[vyvyan]

"Oh, right. Thanks."

Vyvyan gets up and goes off to the bar, to see what he can find.

It was nice of Jim to suggest this. Usually people just tell him to read a book or piss off.

[just_cant_lose]

Jesus Christ. People. They are so depressingly stupid.

Never mind. He has alcohol, and a Window full of destruction to stare at. That'll make it better.