[ See, and he would be content to just continue textual shitposting, but no!! Then Hawke has to go and actually laugh at him where he can hear it!! He half kicks the door of his bedroom open, but that's just Jack being... himself instead of actually being angry to the point of being dangerous. After all, he's quickly walking over and stumbling over his words in the way that shows he's flustered and mad all at once. ]
Aw- Wha- What the hell, you're such an asshole! I hid that for a reason, you dick!!
[ She is literally just lying on the couch here and there's already at least one empty bottle off to the side. Then there's a half-empty one in one hand and her phone in the other. She waves at Jack's arrival. ]
Yes, because good booze is so hard to come by with a man of your paycheck.
Yeah! It is! My paycheck may be amazing, but goddammit, I don't spend it on booze!! That was for a special occasion!
[ Which is probably a lie. Jack probably does drink it casually, but he's just playing it up because he really did hide it from Hawke and it really isn't cheap. He likes to drink expensive drinks and pretend he's more rich than he is. So sue him. Or sue Hawke, since he's walking over to snatch the half-empty bottle out of her hand. ]
You're— You're like a friggin' toddler! I can't leave you alone in my own goddamn house!
[ Time to feign hurt as he snatches the bottle away and also take advantage of the soft spot she knows Jack has for her! Things she isn't aware of: that soft spot is his crush.
So, she just grabs at his shirt when he tries to walk off with it and looks at him with a pout. ]
Come on, Jack. Aren't I special occasion enough? When else do you have a beautiful woman gracing your home? You're like, a eunuch!
[ She really has to find him a date, huh. ]
And it's not like I took any -- [ Hiccup. Oh no. ] Anything else!
[ Hawke, you are playing a dangerous game here. This is how churches get blown up. Because when Hawke grabs his shirt, Jack does stop and look down at her. He tenses up, and his expression twists up into a disapproving frown. He starts to open his mouth to make some kind of smart comment about the beautiful woman part, but it turns into an exagerrated and exasperated groan instead. ]
Stop calling me a eunuch. Cripes, Hawke, you— God, you're thick.
[ Part of him probably knows that she is just completely missing all of his advances, but he's sure that one day, he'll get the girl. That's how a hero's story goes. But before he can indulge in that nice thought, the rest of what she says dawns on him. ]
Wait- Yeah, no you didn't? You better not have? [ hawke ] Stop friggin' selling my shit at pawn shops!
[ One day, Hawke's finally going to get bitten by the tiger she keeps messing with but today is not that day! She notices the tension because even with an alcohol content this high, her instincts are keyed up too much not to, but she doesn't think much of it because it's... Jack. He wouldn't hurt her, would he?
At his exasperation though, she smiles stupidly because his frustration is more amusing than anything else. It even widens as he yells at her for selling his things and she can't help but burst into laughter. The real loud and ridiculous, can't breathe for anything type laughter at that. ]
I'm not -- I haven't! Not for a while!
[ But it's said between peals of laughter as she holds her stomach and absolutely loses her shit on the couch here. The combination of text conversation and Jack's offense is just too funny to have her keep a straight face any longer. Don't mind her as she buries her face in the couch because she's laughing so hard. ]
Oh ha ha hah, I'm sure it's super hilarious to you, but you're not the one friggin' makin' that stuff! That's— It's not cheap!
[ It's about the best defense he can muster, since truth be told, he knows he can't be that mad about it. Because of Hawke's proclivity to take things that aren't hers and sell them, it had gotten Jack a little cash on the side, so he knows he can't complain too much. But he will anyways, because even without that, sometimes she sells things he likes. His tinkering is basically only a hobby, but sometimes he makes good shit!
He definitely doesn't return the bottle, though. Instead, Jack heads over to a shelf nearby to place it back where it belongs. Hiding it clearly wasn't going to do any good, so he was just going to have to hope she was too drunk to go get it again. ]
You realize you're gonna sell something important one day, right? Something that's totally going to screw me? Sure it's no problem for Killjoys with their convenient lack of ties, but y'know, Company doesn't really like side work.
[ She is... absolutely too drunk to get up from the couch and take the bottle again. Instead, she stretches out like a cat as her laughter settles, feeling a soothing lull of a really good boozing take her under. Her head's a little fuzzy and her inhibitions are lowered but hey, she's good. For now, she is going to grab one of these couch pillows and cuddle the fuck out of it too. ]
If you're going to whine about this, I can -- I don't know. I'll steal some supplies, send 'em back your way. Then you can make it all over again! Could sell it again for double, huh.
[ Her eyes open again and she watches Jack for a bit, stroking fingers through the soft fabric of the pillow. At least she's enjoying herself, you know? That's what it's all about. Even if Jack is busy throwing a fit. ]
The way you complain about the Company... Maker, you should've just been a Killjoy or something. Haha. Imagine, we could've done warrants together! So much fun. I would've liked that.
[ Her suggestion gets him to frown slightly, but it also calms him from getting upset at least slightly. Jack looks at Hawke, but his frown just deepens after he considers it, and he shakes his head. ]
Almost was. But they don't really like the whole personal side-projects thing, so that wasn't gonna work.
[ It's a rare personal moment and one that's honest, but it's also so brief and vague that it could be easily overlooked for its importance. Jack really had considered it when he had first tried to hire a Killjoy himself, but he didn't have the money for it. But the neutrality they were bound to had kept him away. That was the part he could never commit to, and he knew it. His passions were too easily sparked, and he had too much ambition to ever be satisfied sitting in the middle of the road watching people use him for their own gain.
So, instead, he had decided to take on a position where he would be able to use them. Buying a warrant was still too expensive for him, but he could easily justify the Company's dime for it now.
He walks back towards the couch where Hawke has taken up residence and sits next to her, since continuing to stand over her like a disappointed parent was weird. Weirder than sitting next to her. He thinks? God. He hates his feelings. It's why he pointedly ignores the idea that Hawke might have liked to work with him, and instead focuses back on Hawke stealing his shit. ]
...But okay. Fine. Maybe. You steal me some good stuff and maybe it'll be more okay. Not completely, because it's not- I'm not whining, screw you, but seriously, what if I'm not done with something?
[ That -- that was a much more serious of a response than she was expecting and she blinks, surprise on her face as she tries to parse out his words. There's another layer there, she knows, and her eyes stick to him as he moves over to sit on the couch with her. Her curiosity is enough to get her to sit up properly, pushing the pillow away and stare at him with open concern on her face.
But it's still Hawke and she's affectionate and still too drunk to sit upright so instead she sways a little before drooping down to drop her head against his shoulder. ]
Sometimes -- sometimes being neutral, it's a good thing. There was a -- a war. Back home. Civil war, my fault. Can't go back. So, here it's nice, not having to pick a side. You're all about sides though, eh, Jackie Boy?
[ And there's Hawke -- still an asshole, despite trying not to be an asshole for a moment. She ends up letting out a laugh and closing her eyes, tapping restless fingers against Jack's knee. She's both very sleepy and incredibly wired now and the high of giving Jack shit is wearing off so she'll probably pass out soon. Still, #worthit so she's not really too bothered. ]
You're always done with what I take. I'm not a complete jerk, I pay attention. And -- I am definitely about to fall asleep here. You should stay and nap with me.
[ Jack glances at her long enough to see that open look of concern, but he waves it off with an almost stammer. That's not quite what it is, more that little verbal tic of Jack's where his words aren't quite keeping up with the speed of his train of thought, but it shows just how quick he is to try and dismiss it. ]
I- I mean, yeah, gotta be. It's— I dunno. You don't talk about home for you any more than I talk about growing up in this craphole, but- But, I dunno. Maybe it's similar. Hard to not take a side.
[ He waves his hand a bit more vigorously, and it's clear that this is a somewhat awkward subject for him. Even that bit is more honesty than he would give to most, but it's still something he's guarded about. His ambition is dangerous, and his past that drove him to it was uncomfortable, so he's trying to avoid it. Luckily, that's easy with Hawke. She doesn't ask too many questions, and he's always liked that about her.
Though to her offer, it gets the wave of his hand to at least stop. He looks at her with a bit of surprise, since hell yeah he'd like to cuddle, but— Is that even what she's asking? Probably not. So he has to deflect with being a shithead. ]
[ And that's... it! It's almost hilariously simple how their conversations go whenever they lead to something that neither of them wants to discuss. Hawke feels queasy enough by what she shared, it lingering too close to the truth and if she was sober and less comfortable, she wouldn't have said even the little she gave.
So, she listens to his response, nods in understanding and lets herself mull over what might be for just a moment -- and then she stops. This isn't what either of them wants, she knows, so she won't push towards any discovery. Her response is a simple squeeze to Jack's knee, a nonverbal I get it.
(Which is the awful part for Hawke, much later on. She'll discover the other part of Jack that isn't this -- isn't their awkward similarities that make her delight in the friendship. No, it's that dangerous part that she can't in good conscience abide.)
Still, moment over, she grins cheerily and turns her face to press it into his shoulder. She nods in affirmation to his question and lets out a short laugh. ]
I drank too much of your expensive booze and since you wouldn't get me water, [ The problem that started all of this!! ] I'm going to drunk nap on your couch and also cuddle you, if you're not a baby about it.
[ Platonic cuddling! A Hawke specialty, even if she's still completely unaware of the fact it's not so platonic for him. ]
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[ She's literally on the couch. ]
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I thought you were just woke up or something because seriously never been able to tell the difference
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it's 1pm on a sunday?? how are you already drunk
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that better not be MY booze. I hid it from you??? how the hell would you even find it???
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[ also he probably hears her literally losing her shit in the living room ]
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Aw- Wha- What the hell, you're such an asshole! I hid that for a reason, you dick!!
[ because hawke was going to drink it all ]
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Yes, because good booze is so hard to come by with a man of your paycheck.
[ She's a happy camper, she is. ]
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[ Which is probably a lie. Jack probably does drink it casually, but he's just playing it up because he really did hide it from Hawke and it really isn't cheap. He likes to drink expensive drinks and pretend he's more rich than he is. So sue him. Or sue Hawke, since he's walking over to snatch the half-empty bottle out of her hand. ]
You're— You're like a friggin' toddler! I can't leave you alone in my own goddamn house!
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So, she just grabs at his shirt when he tries to walk off with it and looks at him with a pout. ]
Come on, Jack. Aren't I special occasion enough? When else do you have a beautiful woman gracing your home? You're like, a eunuch!
[ She really has to find him a date, huh. ]
And it's not like I took any -- [ Hiccup. Oh no. ] Anything else!
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Stop calling me a eunuch. Cripes, Hawke, you— God, you're thick.
[ Part of him probably knows that she is just completely missing all of his advances, but he's sure that one day, he'll get the girl. That's how a hero's story goes. But before he can indulge in that nice thought, the rest of what she says dawns on him. ]
Wait- Yeah, no you didn't? You better not have? [ hawke ] Stop friggin' selling my shit at pawn shops!
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At his exasperation though, she smiles stupidly because his frustration is more amusing than anything else. It even widens as he yells at her for selling his things and she can't help but burst into laughter. The real loud and ridiculous, can't breathe for anything type laughter at that. ]
I'm not -- I haven't! Not for a while!
[ But it's said between peals of laughter as she holds her stomach and absolutely loses her shit on the couch here. The combination of text conversation and Jack's offense is just too funny to have her keep a straight face any longer. Don't mind her as she buries her face in the couch because she's laughing so hard. ]
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[ It's about the best defense he can muster, since truth be told, he knows he can't be that mad about it. Because of Hawke's proclivity to take things that aren't hers and sell them, it had gotten Jack a little cash on the side, so he knows he can't complain too much. But he will anyways, because even without that, sometimes she sells things he likes. His tinkering is basically only a hobby, but sometimes he makes good shit!
He definitely doesn't return the bottle, though. Instead, Jack heads over to a shelf nearby to place it back where it belongs. Hiding it clearly wasn't going to do any good, so he was just going to have to hope she was too drunk to go get it again. ]
You realize you're gonna sell something important one day, right? Something that's totally going to screw me? Sure it's no problem for Killjoys with their convenient lack of ties, but y'know, Company doesn't really like side work.
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If you're going to whine about this, I can -- I don't know. I'll steal some supplies, send 'em back your way. Then you can make it all over again! Could sell it again for double, huh.
[ Her eyes open again and she watches Jack for a bit, stroking fingers through the soft fabric of the pillow. At least she's enjoying herself, you know? That's what it's all about. Even if Jack is busy throwing a fit. ]
The way you complain about the Company... Maker, you should've just been a Killjoy or something. Haha. Imagine, we could've done warrants together! So much fun. I would've liked that.
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Almost was. But they don't really like the whole personal side-projects thing, so that wasn't gonna work.
[ It's a rare personal moment and one that's honest, but it's also so brief and vague that it could be easily overlooked for its importance. Jack really had considered it when he had first tried to hire a Killjoy himself, but he didn't have the money for it. But the neutrality they were bound to had kept him away. That was the part he could never commit to, and he knew it. His passions were too easily sparked, and he had too much ambition to ever be satisfied sitting in the middle of the road watching people use him for their own gain.
So, instead, he had decided to take on a position where he would be able to use them. Buying a warrant was still too expensive for him, but he could easily justify the Company's dime for it now.
He walks back towards the couch where Hawke has taken up residence and sits next to her, since continuing to stand over her like a disappointed parent was weird. Weirder than sitting next to her. He thinks? God. He hates his feelings. It's why he pointedly ignores the idea that Hawke might have liked to work with him, and instead focuses back on Hawke stealing his shit. ]
...But okay. Fine. Maybe. You steal me some good stuff and maybe it'll be more okay. Not completely, because it's not- I'm not whining, screw you, but seriously, what if I'm not done with something?
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But it's still Hawke and she's affectionate and still too drunk to sit upright so instead she sways a little before drooping down to drop her head against his shoulder. ]
Sometimes -- sometimes being neutral, it's a good thing. There was a -- a war. Back home. Civil war, my fault. Can't go back. So, here it's nice, not having to pick a side. You're all about sides though, eh, Jackie Boy?
[ And there's Hawke -- still an asshole, despite trying not to be an asshole for a moment. She ends up letting out a laugh and closing her eyes, tapping restless fingers against Jack's knee. She's both very sleepy and incredibly wired now and the high of giving Jack shit is wearing off so she'll probably pass out soon. Still, #worthit so she's not really too bothered. ]
You're always done with what I take. I'm not a complete jerk, I pay attention. And -- I am definitely about to fall asleep here. You should stay and nap with me.
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I- I mean, yeah, gotta be. It's— I dunno. You don't talk about home for you any more than I talk about growing up in this craphole, but- But, I dunno. Maybe it's similar. Hard to not take a side.
[ He waves his hand a bit more vigorously, and it's clear that this is a somewhat awkward subject for him. Even that bit is more honesty than he would give to most, but it's still something he's guarded about. His ambition is dangerous, and his past that drove him to it was uncomfortable, so he's trying to avoid it. Luckily, that's easy with Hawke. She doesn't ask too many questions, and he's always liked that about her.
Though to her offer, it gets the wave of his hand to at least stop. He looks at her with a bit of surprise, since hell yeah he'd like to cuddle, but— Is that even what she's asking? Probably not. So he has to deflect with being a shithead. ]
Didn't you just friggin' wake up?
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So, she listens to his response, nods in understanding and lets herself mull over what might be for just a moment -- and then she stops. This isn't what either of them wants, she knows, so she won't push towards any discovery. Her response is a simple squeeze to Jack's knee, a nonverbal I get it.
(Which is the awful part for Hawke, much later on. She'll discover the other part of Jack that isn't this -- isn't their awkward similarities that make her delight in the friendship. No, it's that dangerous part that she can't in good conscience abide.)
Still, moment over, she grins cheerily and turns her face to press it into his shoulder. She nods in affirmation to his question and lets out a short laugh. ]
I drank too much of your expensive booze and since you wouldn't get me water, [ The problem that started all of this!! ] I'm going to drunk nap on your couch and also cuddle you, if you're not a baby about it.
[ Platonic cuddling! A Hawke specialty, even if she's still completely unaware of the fact it's not so platonic for him. ]