Harry Lockhart | Kiss Kiss Bang Bang | Barways

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[mscontrarymary]

"Oh. It still exists."

Mary pretends not to see the familiar scruffbag on the sofa (hey, at least his socks match today) until she's picked up a couple of beers.

"Scootch up." She pokes him in the leg. "You're not that short." And proffers one of the bottles.

[hlockhart_lapi]

Harry starts sharply, apparently having not expected anyone to give him the time of day, let alone give him a beer.

"Hey, darling," he says, sounding equal parts confused and just-woke-up. "What's going on? What's this?"

He does make room though.

[mscontrarymary]

"This is beer. It's even American." Mary waves it at him and then smiles. There's an awkward moment. "So. How about your flatmate, then? He's bigger than I would have thought."

[hlockhart_lapi]

Harry laughs slightly. "I told you he's scary."

He's not really sure what to do with the beer, torn between not really wanting it and not wanting to be rude. He decides that the only thing to do is to just hold onto it for a while.

"Listen, about that. I feel really badly about the other day. I really didn't think he'd be home that early."

[mscontrarymary]

"Oh, don't worry about it." Mary laughs. "I was more worried he was going to turn green and snap you in two." She takes a pull on the beer. "Do you lot actually drink this for fun?"

[hlockhart_lapi]

"Oh, no. He's always an enormous rage-monster. Not so much green, though. Just blond."

He laughs a bit a the face Mary makes over the piss-water that is the Budweiser that she brought over. "I... don't actually drink it at all," he says as he puts his down. "Sorry."

[mscontrarymary]

"I can see why." She puts hers down next to his. "Why are you living with him, anyway? You don't seem overly um, compatible."

[hlockhart_lapi]

Harry shrugs and reaches for a nearby bowl of peanuts. "Because he hasn't kicked me out yet," he says with a shrug. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by this, and treats it just like any other fact.

"Also, I can't pass a background check for anything, so I don't really have a choice."

He offers her the peanuts.

"Sorry. Probably should have told you that, too."

At least he seems honestly sorry.

[mscontrarymary]

Mary looks round for a waiter, probably in vain. "Why can't you-- Oh. Is this the murdering people thing? Or something else?"

[hlockhart_lapi]

"What? No!" This seems to properly throw him a bit. "No, no, no. It's just, uhm, the cops don't really like it when you break into a place and steal a bunch of shit."

He's being remarkably casual about all this.

[mscontrarymary]

"It's not the sort of thing you would have thought to make a hobby of though." Definitely no waiters. "I'm going to get another drink. What's your poison?"

[hlockhart_lapi]

"No," Harry agrees. "Well. Not getting caught, anyway. Well, I did a few times. Five. Not a whole lot." He waves his hand vaguely and then checks his watch.

"Uh, something with lots and lots of caffeine."

[mscontrarymary]

Mary returns with rum and coke for Harry and something sticky and blue for herself. "I have no idea what this is... Five times though? I'm not going to lie to you, that's pretty awful. Did you not learn anything from the first four times?"

[hlockhart_lapi]

Another shrug from Harry. "I don't know. It's like, I can't help it sometimes."

The massive collection of gum on Perry's end table is testament to this fact.

"I stole this shirt," he says, tugging on the hem. "Took it from a guy I used to live with in New York. Don't know where he got it. He probably stole it too."

For all Harry knows, his shirt's had a dozen owners before getting round to him.

[mscontrarymary]

"Hmm." Mary needs a moment to think about this. "It's a nice shirt."

[hlockhart_lapi]

"Yeah, it's a little big, but I like it."

He shrugs again and drinks some of his Coke.

"I didn't lift anything off you, if that's what you're thinking," he says suddenly. "I'm not that stupid."