[Closed] Try to get out but we just keep sticking around

[smokedout]

who: Jamie Dodger, Eichi Tenshouin, Eddie Thawne and Christian Fischer.
what: Various dates purchased for charity.
when: Throughout the week after the masquerade.
where: Around the inner city.
warnings: Dodger. Will update as needed.

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[smokedout]

[Somehow, despite nervously glancing up each time someone comes in, he still manages to get startled by Christian settling in beside him. But he does seem to relax now that he's here, and gives him a shy half-smile.]

I'm fine- and no, I can, uh... I can cover it. I get paid better, so...

[Awkward shrug goes here. It's still a little weird for him after sleeping with the man and not really paying much attention to him afterward. It wasn't exactly a one-night-stand, so... should he be showing some sort of affection...?

He slides a beer over to Christian, his free hand sort of clenching and unclenching next to his glass of whiskey.]

Look, it's just... been a while. Nerves and shit. Seriously, I'm fine.

[He's not fine.]

[buildingcastles]

What's that got to do with anything?

[ Christian is in a good mood. It might have just been one night and meant very little to Dodger, but Christian had enjoyed it. The strange sort of meetings they had were interesting and he hadn't really been surprised when the man seemingly forgot about him after the sex. He'd said it was just to forget the pain, and most people do forget him. That is just how things work when you're not fixed in the world. It's nicer to know he seems to remember him now. ]

You got me a drink. [ And it looks like he's been sitting there long enough to nurse some. ]

You're nervous? I didn't think you got nervous. You're the cool guy.

[ He leans in to reassure him. ]

Rule one, because apparently I can do this as part of my job: Don't overthink it.

[smokedout]

..I guess not much.

[He shrugs lazily, playing with his glass a bit before emptying it in one gulp. He needs this level of alcohol intake, almost constantly, just to keep his cool demeanor... it's a wonder his liver hasn't completely given out but hey, alcoholism runs in the family. (Not that he knows that.)]

A lot of shit's happened since the last time I sought you out.

[At least Christian's attitude is soothing his nerves, although his movements are still a little stiff as he silently motions to a waiter for another glass of whiskey. He's cursing his high tolerance... because he'd love to be completely smashed.

He finally glances at Christian, and a few beginnings of different expressions flash over his face before he settles on.. an open, if neutral expression.]

Sorry I never called after that, uh... y'know.