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Jake comes downstairs with Oy at his heels, freshly bathed and looking for the first time in months as if he's had a decent night's sleep. He's even got that content expression back on his face, and the long-absent journal under his arm.

He takes a seat at the bar and orders a sandwich.

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Brian was passing by on his way to... well, he didn't remember where he'd been going as he paused at seeing a face that looked as familiar as it didn't. His brows rose as he looked the kid over.

[OOC: *dies laughing* Excellent!]

Jake swivels on his stool and eyes him with those baby blues.

[ooc: I couldn't resist *smirks*]

Brian's brow rose for a moment as he measured the resemblance was much keener than he'd thought. Although he'd learned over the past couple of days that things weren't generally as they seemed. "Sorry, you just look uncannily like someone I... know."

Jake gives him a small smile.

"Can't say I've gotten that before. You new?"

Brain snorted to himself. It did sound like a pick up line and for once he was more honestly shocked than cruising. "Second day," he admitted as he asked Bar for a drink. "Anything for you?"

"Just a water for me, please," he says politely, still assessing.

"I'm Jake."

"Jake," repeated Brian with wry amusement. "I'm Brian," he introduced as he ordered Jake some water. He looked him over again and then shook his head. "And what brings you to the end of the world?"

"Trying to save the world, I guess," he says, rubbing a hand through his hair. "And it's nice to meet you."

"Oh, is that all?" asked Brian as he turned around to lean back on the bar, smirking endearingly at the blond.

"In case you haven't noticed, it appears to be all over either way," he said as he gestured with his highball towards the windows. "But I guess everyone needs their hobbies," he teased.

"Saving it from anything in particular?" he asked.

"Destruction and utter chaos. I suppose that's a bit run of the mill around here by now," he says lightly, dropping a hand to his gunbelt to adjust a strap.

"You in the business or are you here for another reason?"

Ooh, leather boy, thought Brian with a dirty grin as his eyes scaled up the blonde's torso. "I wouldn't know. I haven't seen much destruction or utter chaos, unless you count Mikey's love life," he quipped. Realizing this was an entirely inside joke he coughed lightly and made a dismissive gesture.

"I am not in the destruction or chaos business. Although advertising is likely close to both," he observed. "I'm just here to observe, I suppose. Always looking for new experiences."

Jake gives him a nicer version of the Laconic stare at the way Brian's eyes are roaming.

"My father worked for a large advertising corporation. I hear it pays well."

"It can, if you're any good at it. Which I am," he said. "Did he handle any big accounts?"

His brows rose at the terse expression and this time he took a much more languid look over the other's physique, if for not other reason than it amused him to do so.

"I'm sure he did. He worked for a TV network at one point. We lived the fine life in New York City."

He sounds more than a little sarcastic.

"I came close to a job in New York, but it was better in Pittsburgh," he said with the smallest trace of regret.

"Bad relationship with your father?" he asked conversationally, picking up on the sour tone.

"None to speak of," he says neutrally. "I have other companions that are closer to me than them, say thankya."

"Umm.. Thank you?" he said, confused a bit by the response. "Well that's good. Twinks with daddy issues make my dick soft."

"Twinks?" he repeats, brow furrowing slightly.

"Thin young men of a boyish appearance," he answered as he gave Jake a sidelong glance. "Gay term."

"How old do you think I am, Brian?" he asks smoothly.

Brian turned his head completely to look the young man over. "Don't tell me you're another vampire demon thing..."

"No, I'm human," he says amusedly.

"So how old are you? I'm guessing... 20?"

"Try fifteen."

He takes a sip of his water and stares out at the crowd.

"Well that's a pretty big toy for a fifteen year old," said Brian, eyeing the gun again before taking a sip of his drink. "So are you saving the world for extra credit or is this the Boy Scouts gone scarily awry?"