Seventy-Seventh Mission [OPEN COMMENTLOG]

[shadesofeco]

[After all the "revelations" from Praxis and Erol about his supposedly deteriorating sanity, and learning about the gaps in his memory, Jak is decidedly confused, angry, and not particularly stable

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[rocknrollfries]

[The bar, you say? What a coincidence. Pickles likes the bar.

Pickles does not, however, like sharing. So when he moseys on down for a drink and sees Jak there, he's not impressed.]

Hey douchebag, this is my spat, go get drunk somewhere else. Go on. Get.

[shadesofeco]

[Jak looks up from his drink, fixing Pickles with a scowl. Doesn't know him, doesn't like him.

He turns back to his drink.]

No.

[rocknrollfries]

Yeah, pretty sure that ain't the answer I'm looking fer. There ain't enough booze here fer both of us, so get the hell out.

[Chugging the rest of his current bottle of whatever, he throws it over his shoulder where it goes SMASH on the wall.]

[shadesofeco]

[Okay, if you don't mind, Jak was moping and punishing his liver. He glowers at the short-eared man.]

Bite me.

[And he slugs back his drink.]

[rocknrollfries]

[...Huh.]

Okey, I don't know if you know what yer saying. I said get out, and you said...?

[Answer carefully here, Jak.]

[shadesofeco]

[sdklfjsdlkfjd he just. Wants. A drink.

Jak rolls his eyes and drags a hand down his face, then turns slowly in his seat, and speaks forcefully, as if addressing a particularly stupid Lurker.]

No.

[rocknrollfries]

Right. Huh. Okey.

[Pickles hops the bar, helping himself to a nice bottle of tequila. Just try to get another drink, Jak. Try it.]

[shadesofeco]

[... well that was easier than he thought.

Jak does his best to ignore the other man, refilling his glass from the bottle of rum he's been slowly working on.

Sometimes he hates having to interact with other passengers.]

[rocknrollfries]

[He's watching you, Jak, all content there with your bottle of rum.]

Hey what's that?!!

[He points dramatically behind Jak, making a grab for the remainder of the elf's drink.]

[shadesofeco]

[Huh? Jak starts to turn, then catches himself and grabs the bottom of the bottle as Pickles swipes for it.]

Hey, back off!

[You'll have to try harder than that, Pickles.]

[rocknrollfries]

[Okay then, try a good old-fashioned headbutt on for size.]

[shadesofeco]

[... okay he wasn't expecting that, and he stumbles back off the barstool, clutching his head.

A second later he snarls and leaps forward over the bar. A brawl? Don't mind if he does.]

[rocknrollfries]

[Bring it, elf-boy. Pickles fights back tooth and nail, even sacrificing his precious booze to smash over Jak's head.

Of course, while Pickles has gotten himself into enough bar fights, they didn't exactly prepare him for a brawl with someone who does it for a living like Jak. Needless to say, it's easy to see who's on the losing side here.]

[shadesofeco]

[Nnngh, what the hell is this, this guy doesn't know how to fight. Jak snarls as the bottle crashes over his head, stunning him temporarily. A second later, Dark Eco snaps from his skin and singes the bar as his eyes darken and his teeth begin to look dangerously sharp. A little more, and he'll tip over the edge.

He lunges forward to try and grab Pickles' shirt and haul him up against the back of the bar.]

What the hell is your problem?

[rocknrollfries]

[The thing about doing all those drugs is it keeps Pickles nice and slim. Throwing him around isn't exactly hard.

This doesn't mean he enjoys it, however, and he's squirming and kicking like nobody's business.]

What the- hell, let me go ya douchebag!

[Flail flail.]

[shadesofeco]

[Okay that's ... kind of pathetic. Jak holds Pickles up against the bar shelves with one hand fisted in his shirt, ignoring his flailing.]

Hey, you started this. Now back the hell off.

[And he lets go.]