That Idiot (Jacob)

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Lance sat in silence as he watched Jacob wave down the waiter once more. His expression slowly turned into that of boredom as he listened to the man whisper something or another to other man before shoving him off. Then the waiter came back as fast as he had left with a glass of water. One eyebrow raised on Lance’s forehead as he watched Jacob pick it up, but thought on it no further. At least, he had no time to. Perhaps if he hadn’t had a sudden lecture he would have believed Jacob had drank too much. Ha! But that was not the case. Instead he found himself folding his arms across his chest, making a small, ‘Huff’ like sound as if to say, ‘You’re full of shit’. He didn’t have time to say that either. Instead he found himself looking down at his lap as a full glass of water was being dumped onto it. The shock of it all had Lance sitting there for a moment, his face bright red with anger as he glared down. But as the glass its self hit his lap, he found himself suddenly bursting out of his seat, knocking the chair over as well. “You fu-” Lance had been about to yell at Jacob when red headed man instead called out for a clean up. Next thing Lance knew, the waiter had returned only to have his eyes directed to- well, Lance’s man hood. If his face hadn’t been already red with anger, it would have been at that very moment due to embarrassment. “Give me that you fool,” A sudden burst of anger took over the embarrassment as he snatched the towel out of the waiters hand, “This is what happens when,” He began drying his pants with the towel, though it wasn’t helping all too well, “the person you are working with realizes where they stand in the world.” With that Lance shoved the towel back into the waiters arms before glaring over to Jacob. “You see, my dear friend here has had a crush on me for ages but has sadly found out today that I am not gay. He is, well… a little upset. Don’t mind him.” If Jacob wanted to play dirty, then so would he. Now on a usual day without the influence of the liquor in his body, Lance probably wouldn’t have used that line. However today, with the influence of the liquor, it slipped out almost flawlessly. He actually found it quite funny. [/scrolly] [bg=black]

[DJ Boomkitty]

J A C O B



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Laughter rang through the air as the situation unraveled, Jacob finding it absolutely hilarious. And it was really... he didn't get many moments to openly laugh over, they were certainly treats. But this, this was the cherry on top for this redhead. Even as Lance tried to force it back upon Jacob, he sneered, sighing deeply and adopting a sad look, shaking his head and nudging the waiter. "You know what they say, desires shine brightest when drunk. He certainly has sad fantasies..." He clucked his tongue, grinning at Lance. "He yearns for me so much that he wet himself, I really am admirable, aren't I?"

With a snicker, Jacob shoved the waiter off, calling after him. "We need a refill on water!" Before settling his eyes om Lance again, smiling still, but his eyes dark. "Sit your ass back down. You deserved that, forcing me out here and then proceeding to label me as such rabble. You know I have little tolerance for such shenanigans." He hissed, pointing to the seat opposite him. "I will be arriving at the castle on Christmas, and I'll be prepared in case I'm invited in." He suddenly shifted topics, ignoring Lance's plight altogether.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Once again Lance found himself beaming with embarrassment. Try as he might he couldn’t think of a come back or a way to turn it around again. Instead a rather squeaked, “I what?!” Slipped past his lips as Jacob claimed he had wet himself. “I didn’t…” But it was too late. The waiter was shoved off again and Lance was left returning a glare at Jacob. Then it came. The reason Lance often lost most battles with Jacob. The stern, almost father like demand. Lance didn’t realize that was why he obeyed Jacob when he took on that tone, but it was true. Lance had been so use to it from his father that it was almost natural to obey when he knew he was not only in trouble, but had lost. Though a frustrated huff slipped past Lance, he did turn to pick up his chair before sitting back down. After sitting he found himself folding his arms over his chest and looking away, almost pouting at the same time. “What ever. Just don’t screw up and let on that you know me. I’d like our ties to be left unknown.” Something that was most likely obvious to Jacob, however being drunk, as Lance was at that moment, he felt the need to make sure the man knew. [/scrolly] [bg=black]

[DJ Boomkitty]

J A C O B



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Another smile ghosted its way across Jacob's face before it vanished, molding back into his normal, cold features. He knew he had won, but the time for reveling was over. Plans had been made, and Jacob needed to make note of them. Shifting, he slid a hand into his overcoat to pull out a notepad, opening it with a flips and jotting down a couple quick notes before closing it with a thump. His business mode had come and gone, just like that. Now it was only a matter of time.

He caught Lance's scoff with a bemused eye and resisted the urge to snort, content to fold his own arms and fix the blonde with a stare. "Like I would." Was his only response to the warning Lance gave, but Jacob knew the man was intoxicated, simply judging by how much he had drunk. Jacob himself was a tad tipsy, perhaps the reasoning behind his water spectacle, but regardless. "I'm hoping that's all you needed from me. The last thing I need is for you to take up any more of my time." He sneered, tapping the table gently. And to think he could have been home with a cheap woman...

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Lance snorted at Jacobs words, perhaps a bit louder than he would have if he were his usual self. “It’s not like you would be doing anything important anyway.” He declared, closing his eyes and lifting his chin in a ‘matter of a fact’ sort of way. “You’d have simply be increasing your risk of reproducing again with some whore.” His eyes opened, looking to Jacob as he slowly lifted himself from his seat, one hand holding the chair while the other held onto the table. “I did the world a favour for one night. But no,” He stood himself up straight, finally letting go of the furniture as he straightened his hair and looked away from Jacob again. “I need nothing more from you. You can scurry off.” As for him, he wasn’t finished with the place just yet. Sure, he had a bit of a drinking problem, but it wasn’t often he allowed himself to become completely wasted. Tonight seemed as good as any to do so. Thus Lance was going to spend the rest of his night a the bar before stumbling off to bed. At least that was the reasonable thing to do in his mind at this point. [/scrolly] [bg=black]

[DJ Boomkitty]

J A C O B



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Ah, there it was. He was free to go. Jacob completely ignored Lance's drunken rabble on how he 'did the world a favor' or something. He generally tuned the man out when he started becoming overcome with his alcohol, and under normal circumstances Jacob would just up and leave, but... a dark eye trailed back up to the man as he straightened his hair, and he couldn't help but snort. He looked like a poodle that had just come out of surgery; clumsy and staggering, yet still... a poodle. A poodle? Jacob blinked, looking to his own empty mug. Yes, perhaps he was being affected as well, if he had started thinking of... poodles. Really now.

A moment of silence, before the man reached a decision, rising slowly to his own feet. "Actually, I may stay and partake in the entertainment you'll provide me with." He grinned over at Lance, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, how long has it been since we've had a drink? Besides... tonight, I mean." He added, gesturing towards the bar before making his way over. As he plunked into a bar-seat, the waiter immediately pushed a bottle of bourbon over, causing Jacob to chuckle. "Smart man." He said, cracking open the bottle-cap and looking back to Lance.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Lance’s eyes twitched a little as Jacob decided that he would stay. He almost wished he had it in him to just ignore Jacob and decline having another drink with him. However, they were partners, and well… Jacob was about the closest thing he had to a friend other than say, Ryuu or Carly. Though Carly would probably like to be considered as something more while Ryuu… Well Lance really didn’t understand why Ryuu liked him. “Just over two years.” Lance replied , sighing and following the man to the bar. He found his own stool next to him. There was no point in protesting Jacob’s decision to hang around. Lance knew that would only make him want to stay that much more. There was one small tap of a finger on the wooden bar table after Jacob received his drink. Just after Jacob’s comment the bar tender pushed a glass of rum on ice in front of Lance. It was about the only thing he drank unless someone got the drink for him. Lance immediately sipped it before finally glancing back at Jacob. “How old are you now anyway?” The sudden question slipped past his lips. He had no idea why he was even asking it but it was too late now. “Forty something? Hope you don’t go through a mid age crises soon. Or is that fifty? You pms enough I‘m sure no one would notice anyway.” With that he snorted before lifting the drink to his lips again and sipping. [/scrolly] [bg=black]