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Who? Jinx [Open]
When? This evening. I made a derp, I meant tonight.
Where? The Bar then to Xanth's Room
Rating? PG-13 for Jinx's potty mouth, descriptions of injuries, and typan that I fixed

Jinx sat alone at Sergei's, well he did have his communicator and a bottle of alcohol. His head resting on one palm while the other gripped the drink that is

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[kazeyotsutaete]

Jinx wouldn't be alone for too long, as Roll had made her way back to Sergei's again (since she had been there earlier helping Rfena learn how to cook). Of course she hadn't really been expecting to see Jinx.

So, very quietly, she made her way over to where Jinx is seated. And she'll just kind of stare at him and hope that he'll notice.

How awkward.

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Jinx didn't really notice Roll's presence straight away since he was focused on more pressing matters than that lolibot.

He keeps his eyes on that communicator.

[kazeyotsutaete]

Oh good, then this might be less weird.

"Hey, Mister Jinx?" Or not, curiosity has gotten the better of Roll.

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"Don't call me Mister." He responds with a solemn, almost bored sounding voice.

He shifts positions so he can grab that vodka for a nice long swig.

[ecopiracy]

Phoenix wasn't particularly interested in drowning any woes at the moment, but the past several days had been rough enough that a drink sounded very favorable right now. Catching sight of Jinx at the bar, though...

Hmm. Well, now.

Changing his plans slightly, he casually crossed the distance and came up behind the man. "So, Jinx," he began conversationally. "How are your plans coming? Still on your way to breaking out of your Baron's prison?" There was definitely an undercurrent of amusement there.

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After noticing his new visitor, Jinx slammed the bottle down and looked Phoenix in the eyes with a look of pure contempt.

"What in th' fuck are ya' even talkin' 'bout?"

[ecopiracy]

Phoenix was not only going to invade Jinx's thinking space, he was going to sit down at the bar next to him. He looked at the bottle Jinx had been drinking from, then decided against it. He'd get something for himself in a minute.

"I am referring to our last conversation, the one where you were adamant that this ship-" Phoenix gestured vaguely with his left hand to indicate the surrounding area. His right hand was currently bound by a cast. "-was a prison run by Baron Praxis. You said you were going to escape, and since I am a prisoner, too, I am naturally curious to know the state of your plans."

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"Very funny, Frills. I wasn't right in th' head that night so gimme a break."

Jinx noticed Phoenix's injured arm. He didn't particularly care but he was very curious.

"What up with yer arm?"

[palutenas_angel]

Pit, meanwhile, had decided to check out Sergei's due partly to curiosity and partly to wanting to make friends or something.

Of course, the first person he found was Jinx.

The angel made his way over to him, a happy (and somehow derpy) grin on his face.

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Jinx paid no attention to Pit at all, still keeping his eyes on that communicator and his hand on his drink.

He had a neutral face on and his head rested in his left palm.

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"Hi, I'm Pit." He sat down next to Jinx, still smiling despite the fact that his wings were still healing from that one-sided fight with Ridley and that they still hurt him a bit, even now.

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Jinx looked down to the voice. What in Mar's name was that thing? It had wings and a robe. Seriously, what the hell?

"Hey."

Jinx twisted the bottle of what he thought was whiskey between his fingers before taking another drink.