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[the_death_card]

Who: Jack, Dylan, and Daniel
What: Random conversation, clearing a bit more air, and a handful of dirty jokes.


the_death_card: *you're likely getting him, because.*

onebehind: *works for him*

the_death_card: *is, for some reason that likely has to do with the dirty dishes sitting on the counter, sitting on the half-wall that divides the kitchen and living room, back against the actual wall, feet stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. is also reading, but don't ask the narration what he's reading, it's not really important*

onebehind: *he comes in and is tempted for a moment to tell Jack that they do, in fact, have a table he could be sitting at or armchairs he could be sitting on. not that he really minds him sitting where he is, but he can still be a smart ass. he stops himself when he notes that Jack's reading, though -- he doesn't want to interrupt him -- shrugs a little to no one in particular and moves into the kitchen to try and decide if he wants a cup of coffee or a drink*

the_death_card: *hey, he's got the best of both worlds, here. even access to the kitchen and living room. it's genius, really. and looks up at him after a minute, though, like Merritt did, goes back to the book long enough to finish the paragraph even as he says....* Watch out for that Coke in the front. I dropped it a little bit ago. *it's probably safe by now, but it's only funny when you set someone up on purpose*

onebehind: *he makes a small, amused noise* I'll keep that in mind. *roots around in the fridge for a moment more then gives up and turns to lean against the counter. because that's totally helping with looking for coffee or a drink, too*

the_death_card: *totally. closes his book and sets it in his lap to look at Dylan* Nothing speaking to you?

onebehind: Yeah, not really. *a beat* Sorry to interrupt your whole ... *he gestures to the book*

the_death_card: *shrugs* If it was that interesting, you wouldn't have.

onebehind: Good point. *flashes him a little smile and then pushes away from the counter to go raid the minibar, finally. hooray, progress*

the_death_card: *returns the smile and shifts to set his book aside so he can get down - which happens quickly and quietly, and he's leaning against the counter when Dylan comes up with whatever he decides on*

onebehind: *finds a bottle of scotch and tries to keep himself from looking too pleased by this when he stands up. he manages. mostly. he also arches an eyebrow at Jack as he opens it*

the_death_card: *raises an eyebrow back at him. hrm?*

onebehind: *he didn't hear him get up. rather than say that, though, he pops one shoulder in a shrug and takes a swig out of his bottle*

the_death_card: *ah. well, it wasn't intentional, exactly, just more how he rolls. but anyway. mirrors the shrug, watching him for a moment longer before he turns away to pick up his cup and bowl to rinse them out*

onebehind: *he's silent for a long moment, watching him and drinking his scotch, and then* So, how's it going? *which feels like a ridiculous question -- like talking about the weather -- but it's all he's got at the moment. he's kind of in a weird mood*

the_death_card: *so's he, for some reason. which may be another part of why he was sitting on the structure of the room instead of the furniture. turns back around after he finishes, leaning back against the counter again, and shrugs again* Same as usual. *slightly bored, slightly antsy, etc*

onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh* I'd offer to kick your ass again, but ... *he's not entirely sure he's feeling a fight right now*

the_death_card: *snickers a little* We know how that ended, anyway.

onebehind: *flashes him a little vicious smirk of a smile* Yeah, with you giving up.

the_death_card: *and something tightens reflexively behind his eyes, though only Dylan and Merritt would be likely to notice. Jack himself doesn't really seem to* Or, I remember you limping around the next day.

onebehind: *he catches that and looks away for an instant, the smile fading* There was that, yeah.

the_death_card: *and just grins back at him*

onebehind: *he rolls his eyes, and shakes his head a little, huffing out a breath of a laugh*

the_death_card: *and the grin fades a little, down into a more real smile*

onebehind: *after a moment and oddly fondly* ... dick.

the_death_card: *just as fondly* Ass.

onebehind: *he snorts, takes another sip of his drink, and then moves to head into the living room. he may or may not elbow him gently as he passes*

the_death_card: *shoves him back a little before he moves to follow him into the other room*

onebehind: *settles down in the same chair he fell asleep in the other night and once he's comfortable ... * So ... something specific contributing to the whole same as usual thing or ... ? *is it just because there's fuck all to do around here until they start rehearsing*

the_death_card: *flops back into one of the other chairs* Not really. *that's about it, mostly. pauses for a moment before he reaches up to run a hand over his hair and huffs out a sigh. his issues with talking might not be the same as Dylan's or Merritt's, but he definitely still has them* I feel kinda.... First I complain I don't have anywhere to settle, and now I'm complaining about having a ridiculously nice hotel room with everything I need. *and it's not that he doesn't appreciate this, it's the fact that he can't just get out for a while without risking being seen.*

onebehind: I think you're kinda entitled. It's a pretty nice cage until someone gets around to opening the door. *until they bring him back from the dead*

the_death_card: *and just nods* Yeah.

onebehind: *at least you get to get out, Jack. and for not the first time, he's grateful it's not Merritt sitting across from him* Sorry.

the_death_card: *shakes his head a little* No, it's... I'd rather be bored for a while now than have things how they were a year ago. *not that he wasn't happy enough, but. this is still better*

onebehind: Doesn't make it any less frustrating sometimes, though.

the_death_card: *and again* Yeah.

onebehind: *a beat and then wryly* Give it another couple of weeks and then Daniel'll be riding your ass on stage twice daily. *not that he honestly expects Daniel to make them work on the show that often, but ... *


the_death_card: *laughs, just as wryly* Good point.

onebehind: *flashes him a smile and downs the rest of his scotch in one go*

the_death_card: *watches him for a beat, again, before....* You okay? *not that he hasn't seen him and Merritt drink, but*

onebehind: *he hesitates, torn between telling him yes, no, and that he needs to be drunker to answer that question, and then realizes he probably screwed himself in not just spitting out the first of those that came to mind, even if Jack's not as perceptive as, say, Merritt. he sighs, frustrated, and reaches up to scrub a hand over his face* I've had better days.

the_death_card: *maybe a little. and again, his focus shifts* Same question. *is there anything specific wrong, or...?*

onebehind: *he makes a small noise at the back of his throat that might be mistaken for amusement were there any real humor for it. and mostly to himself as he stands up* Yeah, that I am gonna need to be drunker for. *that said, he heads back to the minibar to get another bottle of scotch. rather than open it and immediately down it, though, he brings it back with him into the living room, trying to find his words as he comes back to his chair* I knew what I signed on for when I started all of this. *he gestures to the room with his bottle, though it's clear he's not talking about the suite and them, specifically. this is more general -- this is a reference to the bigger picture, to Bradley and what they did to him* That after it was over, I'd have to go back to being the G-Man or the whole thing would turn to shit. I factored a break in, yeah, but ... *he sits and takes a long pull off of the bottle* But thing is, I didn't factor in how -- how homesick I'd get, being here. Or how attached I'd get to all of you. Or how much I'd like to be able to visit my father's fucking grave and tell him it's over. *and yeah, he knows there's no body there, since they never found him, and that he's not really there, but there's still a headstone in a cemetary in Staten Island, where he was born, and ... *

the_death_card: *and for a long moment, he just... doesn't know what to say to all that before he finally goes with the one he does know how to start on* We're not going anywhere. I mean, yeah, we're gonna have to split up *the four of them from Dylan, he means, obviously* and that fucking sucks *because it does. part of his weird mood might be the fact that that point's creeping up on him, but. he may or may get around to actually saying that*, but... you can't tell me there's not something in your bag of tricks that would give you some kind of way to come hang out.

onebehind: *a little strained* I'd have to think about it. *mostly, he's just spent the last two weeks thinking about how he feels like an inmate on death row in varying degrees of intensity*

the_death_card: And if there's not, I did pretty well before this not getting seen, if you're wherever we end up. *since he's not sure where they're gonna end up booking. and maybe, like Dylan said, he did end up tapping into something beyond the normal stuff, but he's always had a knack for not being seen if he doesn't want to be. he pauses a beat, then, before...* And I'm sorry, about your dad. I know that's gotta suck. But.... we ended this at the tree. *and he knows it's not the same as being able to visit a grave and so on, but.... they're both standing memorials to the same person, and if he can't make it to one....*

onebehind: *he sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and takes another mouthful of scotch* Yeah. *he's still not feeling overly hopeful at the moment, but ... Jack has a point. he can make something work, even if he only gets to see them every so often, and he can go by the tree at least once without drawing suspicion* Yeah. *and yes, he realizes he already said that. he doesn't really care right now* ... sorry for ...

the_death_card: *doesn't care either, so.... shakes his head* You don't need to apologize. It sucks. But we've made enough things work so far; we can pull off something else. *and grins*

onebehind: *he hums and offers him a tiny smile* Yeah, we can.

the_death_card: *after a moment, after he's shifted slightly in his chair -- backing up a bit* We're all pretty attached too, you know.

onebehind: Yeah, I'm kind of getting that.

the_death_card: *smiles, again, warmly. he was just making sure he did, really*

onebehind: *he smiles, too, just as warmly. and then after a moment and after the expression fades a little* I was kind of a little worried at first that you guys might not ... *he makes a vague gesture* Merritt was pretty quick to set me straight, though. *what with telling him no one would really mind if he hung around*

the_death_card: *snorts, disbelieving* Seriously? You're why we're here in the first place.

onebehind: Yeah, but I'm also not ... *who they got to know. not that that's necessarily a bad thing in this case, since he was opposed to them, but ... *

onebehind: *and then, you know, there was the lying to them in the first place, which they already talked about, but again*

the_death_card: *sits up a little, to frown at him. still not Merritt* You're one of us. You did the planning. We just followed your plan. *and yeah, he knows he said Merritt corrected him, but. seriously. it's not like any of them were exactly disappointed to find out who was behind it all, if he'll remember*

onebehind: *yeah, he remembers. but at any rate, he looks dimly amused* Merritt more or less gave me the same speech. One of these days, it'll actually sink in.

the_death_card: *grins* We'll remind you until it does.

onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh* I think I can live with that.

the_death_card: *too seriously* Good. Since we all suck at giving up.

onebehind: I'm gettiing that. *a beat* Thanks.

the_death_card: *and actually seriously* You're welcome, man.

onebehind: *he allows him another smile and then lets out a breath, the expression fading. speaking of ... * I might not be in tomorrow night, by the way. *he should go see Alma since, barring giving her an explanation, he really ... hasn't*

the_death_card: *nods* Okay. *a beat* You got plans? *and no, he's not Merritt, but he is a twenty-something guy, and there's a hint of a smirk, there*

onebehind: *he rolls his eyes, amused* If I say yeah, you gonna bust my balls about it?

the_death_card: *and the grin broadens* Maybe. Though if you try not to, now, I definitely will.

onebehind: *snorts* Okay, I sorta do, then.

the_death_card: *looks even more amused, and then...* Okay, cool. *he's won't make the other comment involving balls that came to mind. and that Merritt likely wouldn't have been able to keep himself from making*

onebehind: * ... wow. just wow. he knows you're thinking it, Jack and he just shakes his head, incredulous and amused both*

the_death_card: Sorry. *but considering how he's grinning, he's really not*

onebehind: Liar.

the_death_card: Maybe a little.

onebehind: It's probably not gonna be like that. *not that he'd say no, but ... he's guessing they'll probably end up doing a lot of talking so, you know, she can actually get to know him*

the_death_card: *and just raises an eyebrow at him. he's teasing, really, but he does know the two of them got.... cozy during the case*

onebehind: *flips him off* I'm serious.

the_death_card: *waves a hand at him, rolling his eyes* I know. *and then, seriously, too* Have a good trip.

onebehind: *he's stick his tongue out at him if he were feeling less mature* I will.

the_death_card: *pft, maturity. and he really was being serious, there. as much as he'll give him crap about it forever, he's glad Dylan got something good out of the whole plan beyond taking down Tressler and Bradley*

onebehind: *hey, if it saves him getting told to save that tongue for tomorrow ... *

the_death_card: *not Merritt over here, missed that one completely, so sorry*

onebehind: *and for that, he's eternally grateful. never mind the fact that he can't help look dimly amused at the thought*

the_death_card: *and raises both eyebrows at him, now, at that look*

onebehind: ... what?

the_death_card: *and just shakes his head a little, dimly amused himself, now*

onebehind: *snorts. yeah, that's what he thought*

the_death_card: *and the grin breaks through again. this is all ridiculous in the best way*

onebehind: *laughs a little* Dick.

onebehind: ... and I just dug myself a hole with that one, huh?

the_death_card: *laughs outright, nodding, and, once he's stopped laughing* Yeah, a little bit.

onebehind: I tried. *a beat* You get how ridiculous this all is, right?

the_death_card: You think?

onebehind: Little bit.

the_death_card: But that's why we're awesome.

onebehind: *laughs* I'm gonna take your word on that.

the_death_card: You know I'm right.

onebehind: *mock-thoughtfully* I don't know ...

the_death_card: *just looks at him, doubtfully. and as much as he's trying to keep it off his face, to not rub it in Dylan's face, he is thinking that he's the one dreading going back to the boring stuff*

onebehind: *he makes a little face at him* I was kidding.

the_death_card: *makes a face back, his more apologetic* Sorry. I meant to be.

onebehind: *and he looks apologetic all at once, too* It's fine.

the_death_card: *ducks his head a little, reaching up to run a hand over his hair* Except for where it sucks.

onebehind: Yeah, it does, but ... it's not your fault. *the inevitability of the boring stuff, he means*

the_death_card: I know. *and he does. he's never blamed himself for any of the bad like he saw a lot of kids do* But, like... this is as close to normal and settled as we're ever gonna get. And I mean, not that I'd wanna give up the shows or anything *not that he could*, but... things're gonna change again when you have to leave. *and he doesn't blame Dylan either for having to leave, and he's not meaning to be hanging on this when he knows it's bothering Dylan, too, but it just. it sucks, okay? it sucks every time*

onebehind: *if he looked apologetic before, he looks doubly so now in the instant before he looks away* I'm -- *sorry* -- if I could stay, I would. Believe me. *he wants to. God, does he want to, for more than just himself and now more than ever*

the_death_card: *ducks his head again, hand going back to his hair* I know. *and he does, really*

onebehind: *he wets his lips with his tongue and fidgets a bit with his bottle* I know it doesn't mean much, but ... I'll try and get back as often as I can. And I'll try and find a way of making this work. *like Jack said. pull something out of his bag of tricks so he can spend more time than he's anticipating being able to with them* It might take me a bit to figure it out, but ... this is kinda what I do. *make plans*

the_death_card: *looks back up again, finally, shaking his head a little* No, it does. *and he does have faith in Dylan's plans* I know we'll figure something out. *he wasn't just bullshitting, earlier. he knows they will. it just. yeah*

onebehind: It just sucks right now. *yeah, he knows*

the_death_card: Yeah.

onebehind: *he's really not sure what to say or do beyond that, so he just looks at him softly, sadly, and ever apologetically*

the_death_card: *after a long moment, he chuckles, wryly* You can always come harass us about something or other. Pretty sure your bosses would buy that one pretty easy.

onebehind: *amused* I was thinking about doing that already, actually. *he wouldn't be able to see them in the capacity that he wanted like that, but ... it'd be something* Make it look like some kinda dick vendetta against you guys.

the_death_card: Well, you've got the "dick" part of that down, anyway. *and there's the grin again*

onebehind: *he snorts* Really? We're back to this?

the_death_card: It was too easy. *but seriously. or, well. -ish at least* We'll make sure you get flyers and tickets and everything.

onebehind: *he shakes his head, amused, and then more seriously himself* I'd be a little upset if I didn't, fake screwing with you guys or not.

the_death_card: Pretty sure that won't be a problem.

onebehind: Good. *offers him a little, real smile*

the_death_card: *and now he's having ideas about how to screw with him, though he doesn't know for sure if any of them will work or not considering where Dylan might be most of the time might not be where they are most of the time, but he'll make some of them work, at least. and he smirks, faintly*

onebehind: *he tilts his head to one side and then hums, his smile turning into a smirk of his own. it's on, kid. it's on*

the_death_card: *yes. yes, it definitely is*

onebehind: *he continues to stare him down for a moment. when that moment passes, he laughs a little and shakes his head*

the_death_card: *laughs, too, and still sounding sure...* We'll work it out.

onebehind: *he nods once, firmly* We will.

the_death_card: *pauses a beat, frowning thoughtfully, and then....* I was gonna say I'm not sure whether I'd deal with more FBI or Daniel when he can't get something right, but I'm pretty sure that you might be getting the better side of it. *and yeah, he's joking and being a little mean about it, but. enough with the gloom*

onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh* Well, you know ... gotta save the best parts for myself.

the_lovers: *from upstairs* I heard that, you know.

the_death_card: *and cracks up*

onebehind: *he does, too*
onebehind: *also shoots Jack a little busted look*

the_death_card: *just shrugs. maybe should be worried about it, but. nah. and, to Daniel* We need to continue our great relationship with the FBI. *sarcasm, btw*

the_lovers: *actually comes out of his room -- he just had the door open -- to stand on the balcony that overlooks the living room. leans against the railing to look down at them, and to Dylan* Does that mean I get to handcuff you to another table?
onebehind: Not on your life.
the_lovers: *to Jack* Did he tell you about that?

the_death_card: *shifts to look up at Daniel, then looking back to Dylan* I'm guessing I slept through that?

the_lovers: Good job, Rip van Winkle. *that'd be a yes*
onebehind: You get that I let you do that, right?
the_lovers: Oh, yeah, but still.

the_death_card: Hey, we'd had a long couple of days. *a beat, after they're finished* So, what, did he switch the handcuffs?

the_lovers: Excuses, excuses. *despite how ... well, Daniel-ish that comes off, he's kidding*
onebehind: He did, yeah. I had my phone palmed, too, so when he cuffed me, I dropped it so he could get at it.

the_death_card: *grins* Nice. *a beat* You know how hard it was not to slip my handcuffs considering how long it took you two to come in there? *also fell asleep because he got bored about ten minutes in*

onebehind: *he laughs a little* I'm actually kinda surprised you didn't.

the_death_card: *shrugs* Well, it's not like I could leave. *or, well. he maybe could have managed, but that wasn't part of the plan, so*

onebehind: True. Still, though.
the_lovers: I'm with him. *shrugs and pushes away from the railing to come downstairs*

the_death_card: *makes a face at Daniel, but, loftily.....* Napping seemed like a better redirection of my boredom.

onebehind: *he shrugs, grinning*

the_lovers: Can't really argue that one, either. *he shrugs, too, and then glances between Dylan and Jack, trying to decide if he's not wanted. he's not sure. the face that Jack made could have been because he came downstairs or because he sided with Dylan against him*

the_death_card: *the latter, and he grins back at both of them*

the_lovers: *unfortunately, he's not Merritt, so he still has no idea. he figures if there's a problem, Dylan will be able to tell and tell him to get lost. that in mind, he pops his eyebrows in a shrug, mostly for his own benefit, and moves to flop down in an unoccupied chair*

the_death_card: *once he's settled...* So besides eavesdropping, what's up?

the_lovers: Not much. *a beat* Which probably explains why I was eavesdropping, now that I think about it. *really, there's not a whole lot for him to do at the moment. the show is planned, he's got a theatre picked out and booked, the work orders are in for set pieces and props, he'll start hiring crew shortly, once Dylan goes back to work and they're cleared for sure*

onebehind: Looks like everyone's getting bored ...

the_death_card: *makes a little acknowledging face in response* Sounds like it.

the_lovers: Give it about a week -- two, tops -- then, what was it? *he pauses, looking mock-thoughtful* Oh, I remember now. I think it was I'll be "riding your ass twice daily."

onebehind: *and he looks somewhere between embarrassed and ... something else. even he's not sure what. considering, though, that if Daniel heard that, he heard him having a moment about having to go back to work ... *

the_death_card: *and he's having the same thought, based on his expression. not that he doesn't like Daniel and not that he doesn't feel close to all the Horsemen, but... the hero worship - and the fact that Jack feels like Daniel definitely just thinks of him as a kid - gets in the way of him opening up to Daniel the way he feels like he can the others - and Dylan especially*

the_lovers: *he flashes Dylan a brief, apologetic look and reaches for a deck of cards he left sitting on the table. he didn't mean to embarrass anyone*

the_death_card: *he's just less sure how to act around Daniel than the others, is his problem* We should still all be glad Merritt's not the one eavesdropping.

the_lovers: *if it helps any, he's pretty unsure how to act around Dylan so ... they can have a circle of vaguely uncomfortable here. that in mind, he takes to shuffling the cards idly, though he does breathe out a sigh of a laugh* Yeah, good point.
onebehind: Careful. *speak of the Devil and all*

the_death_card: Also a good point.

the_lovers: *glances up at the stairs, briefly, as if he expects Merritt to be standing there, and then shrugs*

the_death_card: *follows the glance, and then, to Dylan. not to go back to the unpleasant stuff, but...* You're going to see Alma tomorrow. When do you actually have to go back to work?

onebehind: I'm expecting a call on Sunday night, so ... Monday morning.

the_death_card: We need to... *lets out a wry breath, considering Daniel just wandered in and they've mentioned the possibility of summoning Merritt* all be in the same room on purpose at some point before Monday. Get pizza or something. *since they obviously can't actually go out anywhere*

the_lovers: *he, apparently, has no complaints with this plan, as is evidenced by the fact that he doesn't put his two cents in*
onebehind: *he has no complaints, either -- in fact, he totally agrees* Saturday night, maybe? *he can grab some wine for them while he's in Paris, too*

onebehind: *because wine totally goes with pizza shut up*

the_death_card: *it's Italian, Italians drink wine, it totally goes* *grins* Works for me.

the_lovers: *he peels a thumb over the cards, makes a face at them -- clearly he was trying to make something Dylan taught him work and failed rather miserably with it this time around -- and then, offhandedly* I'd make a comment about letting Henley know, but considering how the two of you went at each other ... *with the dick jokes and such when Alma came up*

the_death_card: *laughs a little, but then pops one shoulder in a shrug* She'd just make them herself anyway.

the_lovers: *he considers that for a moment and then pops his eyebrows, mirroring Jack's shrug* Good point.

the_death_card: Actually, I'm pretty sure she's got some dirtier jokes than any of us. *if he recalls correctly*

the_lovers: No. No, I'm pretty sure Merritt still wins that award. *he's scarred for life still after walking into that joke about mastrubation and exams on the plane*
onebehind: *he tries his best to look innocent -- he knows some pretty bad ones, too. he works in law enforcement. you do the math*

the_death_card: *catches that look and grins* I'm... not sure whether to be worried about what you're thinking or tell you that's why we're keeping you.

onebehind: *laughs a little* Little of both?

the_death_card: Definitely.

onebehind: *just grins at him*

the_lovers: *looks up at them from thumbing through the cards again -- and as he does, they're all the Queen of Hearts, like that night he and Merritt talked about flamingos -- and shoots them both glances that are somewhere between mockingly and genuinely disturbed* Wow.

the_death_card: Don't be jealous, Daniel. We can't all live in the gutter.

the_lovers: I think the word you're looking for is disturbed, not jealous.
the_lovers: Maybe traumatized.

the_death_card: Traumatized is probably fair. *nods sagely*

the_lovers: Well, at least there's that. At least that's fair. *he thumbs through the cards again, and this time they're all the Ace of Spades ... or, well, they are for about half the deck, anyway, then in the span of a blink, they're back to being your average, random deck. Daniel doesn't notice, though, if only because his attentions are on Jack and the conversation*

the_death_card: A year's probably long enough to get traumatized by something. *a beat* Or develop Stockholm Syndrome. *another beat, and with a nod to the cards....* Having fun?

the_lovers: *he actually laughs at that* Stockholm Syndrome. Nice. I hadn't thought of that. *and then he pauses himself, looking down at the cards. a shrug follows. it's something to do with his hands as they talk*

the_death_card: *shrugs, too. works for him*

the_lovers: *he's okay, if that's what Jack's asking -- this isn't some prelude to a night of bad dreams. if anything, and as much as he doesn't really know how to act around him, he'd be more worried about Dylan, what with the rant he dumped on Jack earlier, which is why he came down in the first place. physical presence and all. he doesn't know how to say any of that, though -- or if that's even what Jack's asking -- and so he doesn't* I'd tell you to pick a card, but we both know you know how this works. *a beat* Well, assuming I'm not cheating or whatever you want to call it. *and by cheating he means oh, look, all Seven of Diamonds*
onebehind: *mutters, albeit a little fondly* Show off.
the_lovers: *correcting* Showman. Get it right, Agent Rhodes.
onebehind: *winces just a bit*
the_lovers: *looks midly apologetic by way of looking away* ... sorry.

the_death_card: *he... was and wasn't. but he's a little worried about Dylan, too, even if he doesn't think Dylan's keeping anything that's bothering him from them. he just doesn't want it to get worse* Sure you really want to start that, anyway? *considering they all take one of the others being called a showoff as a personal challenge*

onebehind: Yeah, that's probably a bad idea. *flashes him a brief smile*
the_lovers: *still somewhat apologetically* Maybe just a little bit.

the_death_card: *and just nods, again. little bit of a bad idea, yeah*

onebehind: *reaches up to rub at his eyes, allowing Daniel a quick, little apologetic look of his own, even if he doesn't catch it, and then changes the subject abruptly* What kinda pizza do you all eat, anyway?

the_death_card: *shrugs* I'll eat anything. Merritt likes to be vegetarian, but he eats junk food as much as the rest of us. *looks to Daniel*

the_lovers: Henley's kind of ... on again, off again vegetarian, too. She'll eat pizza, though, and if I remember correctly -- *from back before the Horsemen, when they were working together* -- she'll probably end up trying to steal whatever I'm eating, whether it has meat on it or not.

onebehind: I'll get a couple of vegetarian things, just in case.

the_death_card: Other than that, though... anytime we've ordered food, it got eaten by somebody. *they're not that picky*

onebehind: *he nods and after a moment ... * You realize I'm probably gonna come back with a shitton of it, right?

the_death_card: *and again* Somebody'll eat it.

onebehind: *yeah, he got that part. him saying he was coming back with a shitton of food was kind of a "you may regret saying that" kind of thing, and as such, he shrugs a little*

the_death_card: *and he was saying they wouldn't, so. mirrors the shrug, even if he's not Merritt*

the_lovers: There are three -- four guys living here. *counting Dylan and agreeing with Jack*
onebehind: Yeah, I get the point.

the_death_card: The point is pizza.

onebehind: *breathes out a sigh of a laugh* Pretty much. *a beat* Also potentially breadsticks. *which go with pizza more than wine does, but even if they didn't, that suddenly sounds good*

the_death_card: Ooh. *clearly, he agrees*

the_lovers: I'm gonna go with what he said. *gestures to Jack with one of the cards, as he's taken to shuffling and then randomly drawing on every so often*
onebehind: *he hums* I don't know ... I may not want to share.

the_death_card: Don't make me try to kick your ass again.

the_lovers: *at the same time as Jack* Again with there being three other guys who live here -- one who, I'm pretty sure, has kicked your ass at least once. *it lines up better than you think, just based on how fast he usually talks*
onebehind: ... *and he can't help but laugh at that. hard*
the_lovers: *looks over at Jack, casually* Great minds.

the_death_card: Well, it's not like there's another option when someone's hogging the breadsticks. *grins*

the_lovers: Pretty much, yeah.
onebehind: *still amused as hell* Alright, fine, you can have some damn breadsticks.

the_death_card: *does victory arms. and yes, he knows how ridiculous this all is*

the_lovers: *looks over at Jack* Wow. Okay, I didn't know we were that into it.

the_death_card: *and finally cracks up*

the_lovers: *looks down at his cards, trying to hide a grin. a real one*
onebehind: *looks between the two of them and then shakes his head a little, his own smile turning fond and maybe a little bittersweet. has he mentioned he doesn't want to leave?*

the_death_card: *stops laughing after a minute, but is still smiling when he looks back to Dylan, and his own smile softens, drifting toward reassuring. they'll be okay. they'll make it work*

onebehind: *he breathes out and nods once, faintly. yeah. yeah, they will. he has to believe that*