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[the_death_card]

Who: Dylan and Jack
What: Dylan comes bearing gifts in the form of case notes and a phone recording. Other conversation follows.


onebehind: *is just gonna let himself into the suite, then, and move to dump his stuff on the counter and take a minute to come down, as per usual*

the_death_card: *was sprawled out on the couch, and he sits up when he hears Dylan come in - though he takes a moment to resettle and set aside the cards he was playing with, giving Dylan time to settle, before he offers...* Hey.

onebehind: *grabs his cell phone and a folder out of his bag before he turns, then offers him a tired but nonetheless fond smile* Hey. *moves to drop the folder on the kitchen table -- it's the Cliff Notes of the case he's working, if anyone's curious -- and then shuffles over to join him in the living room* How's it going?

the_death_card: *he's definitely curious, and he'll get to asking about it. for now, he shrugs* Not bad. How about you?

onebehind: Kinda beat. *sat in his office, staring at paperwork all day. his eyes hurt and he likely makes that very obvious, albeit not intentionally so, when he reaches up to rub at them. he's also oddly, vaguely restless, though he couldn't tell you why or what might fix it. he doesn't expect Jack to pick up on that last bit, though, nor is he going to say it. instead, he forces himself to sit down and holds up his phone* I got something for you.

the_death_card: There's... well, there was coffee, but that was a while ago. *which doesn't really do anything now, he knows, but* There's probably some in the cabinet, though. *if he wants to start another pot -- and then sits up a little more, leaning forward slightly, looking curious* What is it?

onebehind: *tosses him the phone, unable to fight a little, almost wicked grin. he already has the video up; all Jack has to do is push play* It's not exactly Film of the Year quality -- *again, it's mostly just video of his pocket and then the audio* -- but ... *he shrugs, gets to his feet again and heads for the kitchen. coffee sounds good. or Irish coffee. one or the other*

the_death_card: *catches it, frowning at it for a moment before he hits play, his frown deepening when there's no video - but it doesn't take long for him to realize what he's hearing, and he laughs a little before he holds the phone up closer to his ear so he can hear, grinning broadly*

onebehind: *shoots a grin over his shoulder* Told you I'd get you guys something. * ... yeah, definitely Irish coffee. he's tired and the alcohol's not going to help, but ... maybe it'll take the edge off, and that'd be the lesser of two evils, here*

the_death_card: *looks over at him, still grinning - though it fades a little during Dylan's discussion with Evans into something more mischievous - and considering it ends after that, he offers...* Merritt could call your boss again.

onebehind: *breathes out a sigh of a laugh -- more a heh than anything else* As funny as it'd be to see him fall apart when someone calls bullshit the next time, I've got it handled. *Irish coffee, heavy on the Irish. finishes making it and brings it over so he can sit down again. takes a sip of it, makes a small, almost relieved noise, and then by way of preamble* Not that Agent Rhodes is gonna miss the show, either way, but I'm counting on getting a phone call afterwards to haul your asses in for questioning.

the_death_card: *nods, accepting immediately that Dylan does have it handled, though he grins at that* We won't make you haul our luggage this time.

onebehind: *another tiny, amused noise* I'm pretty sure Fuller'll appreciate that. *if Merritt were here, he'd probably pick up on the fact that he hesitated before calling Fuller, well, Fuller -- Jack might, too, honestly, if only because it's slighly obvious. normally, and assuming they weren't on the job, he probably would have called him by his first name, but ... but he's apparently having issues reconciling his work and personal lives, at the moment. probably because, before this, he never really had a personal life to worry about*

the_death_card: *he does notice, but only in passing* He probably already wants to kick my ass, considering the apartment.

onebehind: Maybe, maybe not. *takes another sip of his coffee* He called you by name when we were going over the Alcorn shit. *that's ... telling somehow, when everyone else was referring to them by surname or as those magicians*

the_death_card: *blinks - he seems to get that, yeah* Huh.

onebehind: *makes a mental note to actually pay attention to Fuller's reactions, if he's in the room with him when he questions them -- or to have Merritt do it -- and then shrugs*

the_death_card: He seems like he actually knows what he's doing. *compared to some of the other agents*

onebehind: He does. He's also -- he's a good guy. *again, probably the closest thing he has to a best friend, even though he doesn't know the truth and despite the fact that he tried fairly hard not to get attached to anybody over the last thirty years, regardless of how he may or may not have made it look*

the_death_card: *just nods, accepting that, though it's likely obvious he's glad to hear Dylan say that. he's still glad Dylan has friends at the FBI, even if he can also see how that could make certain things harder*

onebehind: *after a minute and dimly amused* He's also an asshole, if you didn't get that. *gestures to the phone with his mug*

the_death_card: *laughs* Well, we already established you collect assholes and smartasses, so....

onebehind: Yeah, but now you know I'm telling the truth. *flashes him a bit of a grin and then downs the rest of his coffee. yes, he more or less chugged it. shut up*

the_death_card: *mirrors the grin - and raises an eyebrow at the chugging* Feel better?

onebehind: *takes a moment to think about that and then nods* Kinda, yeah. *the whiskey in the coffee did, in fact, take at least a little of the edge off. or maybe that's just in his head. or maybe it's bullshitting with Jack that's helping. either way, he feels a little less restless*

the_death_card: *smiles* Good.

onebehind: *he might not approve so much if he knew he spiked his coffee ... but anyway. flashes him a brief smile in return and then, as it occurs to him ... * How're the rehearsals coming, by the way?

the_death_card: You might get a different answer if you ask Daniel, but... I think we're making good progress. *pauses for a moment before he goes on* I'm not actually sure whether to be more or less nervous about this one. *considering this one's a lot lighter on the crime, but he got his wish in having a bigger part of it, and that's definitely a double-edged sword*

onebehind: *snorts at that first comment, and then seriously* You'll be fine. You're good at what you do, the show's solid, and people love you guys. *a beat* Whether or not you're dumping three million dollars on them.

the_death_card: *laughs, any nervousness he might have been feeling fading again* Yeah, but that probably helps.

onebehind: Maybe a little, but it won't matter. *the audience will love the show -- love them*

the_death_card: *grins* Thanks. *a beat, and he picks Dylan's phone up again to indicate it - and to hand it back to him* We've got extras of all the promo stuff, too, since we thought Agent Rhodes might want to throw things. *and since Evans mentioned keeping the poster on the recording, he thought he'd mention it*

onebehind: *takes the phone back, slipping it into his pocket, and offers him a smile* I was wondering. I kinda -- I figure Evans might give that back to me, but ... *he hesitates, a little embarrassed, and then makes himself spit it out* ... I was thinking about getting a frame for it and hanging it in the warehouse.

the_death_card: *doesn't really get why that'd be embarrassing, actually, and smiles* I think Daniel's gonna frame one, too, and he's got a set of the stuff from the first show, though I don't know what he was gonna do with it.

onebehind: *sometimes he still feels like a huge creep, if only because he's only technically known them for maybe a month now? but at any rate, he thinks about that for a moment and then shrugs* Guess we'll find out.

the_death_card: Yep. *pauses a moment, reaching up to run a hand over his hair* Which reminds me... I need to borrow one of the posters or find a YouTube video or something and cut my hair.

onebehind: *he can't help but grin a little, if only because he approves. well played, Jack. well played* Daniel might have those, too. *a beat and then* And if not, there's about seventy billion videos from the show at the Savoy up on YouTube. *so, it really shouldn't be that hard to find one or the other*

onebehind: *and also ... * And if you don't wanna try doing it yourself -- *because he has no idea how good Jack is at haircuts* -- call Mira and have her come over and do it. *he knows she's good with a pair of scissors*

the_death_card: *short as his hair was, it's pretty obviously grown out since then, and he knows they need to sell this. and then laughs a little at that, just because he knows it's true - and then nods* I should be okay, but I'll remember that.

onebehind: *he probably would be doing the same thing for the same reasons, but still. he's still proud* Fair enough.

the_death_card: Thanks, though. *for the suggestion*

onebehind: *nods* You're welcome.

the_death_card: *offers him a smile, and then, after a moment...* So what's the... *gestures back toward the table - and the folder - with a nod*

onebehind: *wets his lips with his tongue, glancing back at it* The Cliff Notes I promised Merritt.

the_death_card: *makes a face* So light reading, then.

onebehind: *he snorts, setting aside his cup, and leans forward on his knees* That was as light as I could make it. You should see my desk.

the_death_card: Paperwork is evil.

onebehind: You have no idea.

the_death_card: You've seen my files. I've got some idea. *considering he was signing paperwork that would directly affect his life when he could barely hold the pen right. and not to be snide about it, but. yeah.*

onebehind: *winces minutely, leaning back* Point.

onebehind: *offers him a little apologetic look, then breathes out a sigh and gets up to get another cup of coffee. isn't entirely sure he won't spike this one, either*

the_death_card: *sighs, reaching up to run a hand over his hair* Sorry. I don't... *drops his hand* I always hated when other kids would get all bitter about the system. *and he doesn't mean to do it, because it always spoils the mood and/or conversation. but. again with the Horsemen being some of the first people he's ever really felt comfortable enough around*

onebehind: *glances over his shoulder* All things considered, I think you have a right to it. *and God, he's sorry he didn't know Jack then. he's sorry he was busy with his revenge. he's sorry he couldn't have spared him all of that. ... and yeah, he's definitely going a little heavy on the Irish again*

the_death_card: *and just shrugs. that was six years ago. and yes, it has stuck with him on some level, considering the bad nights they've discussed, but that was also six years ago, and he has the Horsemen, now. it's okay*

onebehind: *brings back his second cup of Irish Coffee and settles down with it. isn't sure what to say now, so he just sips at it, frowning faintly*

the_death_card: *frowns, too, and, after a moment, sighs again* If I had one on me, I'd produce a penny for you. *penny for your thoughts, he means*

onebehind: *he makes a small, amused noise* I could show you how to make it look like you had one. *make an illusion of one, like Daniel could, he means. he also might be deflecting a little, because he's not sure how to tell him what went through his head*

the_death_card: *he recognizes that - but he chuckles, too* Not that I'd say no, but it'd kinda defeat the purpose.

onebehind: *he hums* Maybe a little.

the_death_card: *shakes his head a little, still amused*

onebehind: *flashes him a brief smile, before lapsing back into silence. and after a moment and another sip of coffee, he breathes out a sigh* ... it's ... sometimes, I wish I'd known all of you before. *before Merritt's brother betrayed him. before Henley's mother died. before Jack's did and he got put in the system. before Daniel's father* I know that's ... stupid for a number of reasons. *they wouldn't be the same people. never mind the fact that it's just not possible as far as he knows, even with real magic. but still*

the_death_card: *and the amusement fades* It's not stupid. I wish I'd known you guys sooner, too.

onebehind: I'd say sorry, but that is kinda stupid. *still, he takes another swig of his coffee, that said*

the_death_card: *maybe a little, though he won't say that outloud* You're why we're here at all. *so he doesn't need to apologize just because it didn't happen sooner*

onebehind: *he nods a little* Yeah. *and like he said, he wanted something better for them*

the_death_card: *and they definitely got it* Things are good now. Or.. kinda great, really. *grins a little*

onebehind: *breathes out a sigh of a laugh* You might change your mind after the show. *when he pulls them in for another questioning spree*

the_death_card: *and his grin widens, going a little mischievous* Nah. That's part of the fun at this point. *not that actually going to jail would be, but. the bases are well covered, he knows*

onebehind: *another small, amused noise* Can't argue that one. *it might even be better this time around, since they know what's going on, and therefore, how much they can push and such*

the_death_card: *exactly* I'd say I'll try not to fall asleep on you this time, but...

onebehind: Well, considering the fact that you will've been dead ... *he thinks he can forgive him. and that said, he takes another sip of his coffee ... and makes a little face. all the whiskey is, for lack of a better word, congealing at the bottom and he wasn't exactly expecting that*

onebehind: *never mind the fact that he should have, considering how many times he's probably done this. it's still news to him. he remembers now why he practically chugged the last cup*

the_death_card: Yeah, coming back from the dead could be tiring, who knows. *a beat, and, with a nod to the cup* You not feeling it?

onebehind: You can let me know afterwards. *he pauses, glances down at the cup, and then smoothly* I think I ended up with grounds in this one. *it's probably bad that he's lying about drinking, but ... he got the impression Jack cares for it just as much as Miranda does the night she was here. at any rate, though, he swishes the remains of his cup around, making another little face at it, and then downs it in one mouthful. ... ick, yeah, bad idea*

the_death_card: *makes a face* That's always good. *and it's not that he has that big a problem with drinking on principle, he just doesn't do it that often himself and does have some bad memories associated with people who drank often - but they were abusive assholes like Dylan isn't, so*

onebehind: *snorts, setting his cup aside again* Could've been worse, I guess.

the_death_card: At least it wasn't cold, yet?

onebehind: *he nods* Or an entire cup of grounds. * ... and now, albeit briefly, he's wondering if that'd be like eating cinnamon. harder than hell to do*

the_death_card: *looks digusted at the thought, though....* People eat coffee beans by themselves, though.

onebehind: True. *a beat* And those aren't actually that bad.

the_death_card: *shakes his head* Nope.

onebehind: *amused* For a second there, I thought you were gonna argue with me. *and then he would have had to bring a big bag of the chocolate covered ones home, at some point. ... which he might anyway, but*

the_death_card: *lets out a breath of a laugh* Yeah, no. *a beat* Though the first time I had them was on a dare...

onebehind: *he laughs a little, too* You ever had regular coffee before this happened?

the_death_card: *admitting* Probably not.

onebehind: *and that gets a full laugh out of him -- both because he's imagining his reaction and imagining how wound up he must have been afterwards*

the_death_card: *yeahhhhh - and even if he's not a mindreader like Dylan or Merritt...* What made it worse was the fact that I ate like.. a couple handfuls.

onebehind: *another laugh* How'd it feel, staying up for a couple of days after that?

the_death_card: *laughs, too* They were kind of a gateway drug, though. *to the wonderful world of actual coffee*