we can laugh about it now ..

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Who: bestinthefleet and takesmeback.
When: May 5th, after the sirens.
Where: Joker's new pad - aka the starter apartments.
Summary: Just a couple of guys that helped save the galaxy catching up. And surmising the situation at hand.
Warnings: Probably some language, bad jokes, sarcasm - or all of the above wrapped up into a neat little package.

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[takesmeback]

Zaeed didn't mind the fact that Joker hadn't given him the exact number of the place - it wouldn't be hard enough to shout down the sixth floor hallway and wait for a response anyway. He actually felt it better that the kid hadn't given him the specific number with the clown poking around (and he kept an eye on that particular conversation the entire trip; Shepard wouldn't be happy if something happened to the pilot, and he wanted to be the first to know if the clown was ready to start shit over a name). He kept his pace quick, having already readjusted himself to Earth's gravity and not wanting to be caught outside when those sirens went off, slipping inside the apartment complex minutes before they wailed. Christ, that's loud.

He kept his omni-tool up and tracking the thread of conversation as he approached the front desk and retrieved his key, idly glancing at the number 902 carved into it before moving for the stairs. The clown was a creep, plain and simple, the kind of which Zaeed had only encountered a few times before; he wasn

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And he heard him as clearly as if he was standing right outside the door, jolting slightly at the sudden sound of his voice. "In here, old man," he called right back, shifting a bit closer to the door with the intent of eventually opening it. He paused just short of it, gaze flicking down to his omni-tool and wondering if he should say anything back to the clown right away - he could tell, already, that this whole name thing was going to prove to be a bit of trouble. And really? It seemed damned stupid to him, to get all huffed up over a name. Hell, it wasn't like he'd asked for it in the first place. Nope, it just had to come from him being too damn serious in flight school. Well .. it had stuck whatever the case. And even if he hadn't exactly agreed with it to begin with, he wasn't going to give it up like it meant nothing to him

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He heard the voice, tracked it down to the second room on the floor. Somehow, he managed to find some amusement in the fact that he'd been placed literally three floors above Joker's head in this place. "Expecting the whole shebang, you know - nice words, a tux and a fancy dinner." There was laughter edging his words as he came to stop in front of the door, taking a moment to examine it. Wooden just like the rest, though it at least seemed to be in better condition than some - he'd had to look into a job soon, look into corralling the kid and Garrus into one place so they could all keep an eye on each other. His contract may have technically finished, but he didn't want to deal with Shepard yelling at him for letting her precious crew members get hurt anyway. Somewhere more defensive than this, certainly. Maybe the turian knew a place, he'd been here longer.

There was a sudden thought in his head. Could at least test how strong this thing is. Mismatched eyes narrowed and he followed it without a second thought - he raised a booted

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There had been a moment where he'd thought of going ahead and opening the door. Just turning the knob - how long has it been since we've even used doorknobs? - and pulling the thing open like any normal human being would have done. And he wasn't sure what exactly had made him change his mind, but something made him hesitate, and he ended up stepping back -

And then the door was flying inward.

He barely had time to jump back out of the way with a startled "Jesus christ!" slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it, catching his balance as he eyed the older man standing in the doorway. Looking like he'd just done the world a huge favor by bringing it to anyone's attention that the door itself could be taken off its hinges with a simple kick. (Okay, so maybe it hadn't been a simple kick, considering who it had come from - but still.)

Joker just stood there for a second, green eyes wide as he stared at the other. "Was that .." He paused, looked at the door and then back to Zaeed.

"What the fuck was that?"