Out of place [OPEN]

[keyofmgy]

Jack was beginning to find ways of fitting in around the house. He'd claimed a couch to sleep on, which suited him just fine until something or somewhere else came up. After a bit of trial and error, he'd managed to get the laundry machines running to get his suit cleaned. And he'd found the liquor cabinet. He'd needed that, after the conversation

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[literaryloser]

Fitz had been leaning on the wall when the man came out. For the moment, all Fitz registers is Alcohol.

"You gonna drink that by yourself?"

[keyofmgy]

Jack started slightly and looked in Fitz's direction, squinting until his eyes adjusted. Then he settled himself down on the steps.

"That was the idea, yes."

[literaryloser]

Fitz is vaguely visible by the light of his fag.
"Damn. There's a no-booze-for-Fitz conspiracy, I swear."

[keyofmgy]

"Really?" he asked, twisting off the cap and giving the rim of the bottle a sniff. His eyes watered madly. Good choice. "The liquor cabinet's quite full and there's no lock on it."

[literaryloser]

'Yeah. 'S the Doctor. He gets whiny about me drinkin'." Well, really, he gets Disappointed and Fitz can't deal with him being Disappointed.

"Yeah? I gotta get me some."

[keyofmgy]

Jack held up the bottle in a salute. "I didn't suppose I had to ask permission. Help yourself."