terrible at math

[candlejack]

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[typeblight]

Maths is terribly boring, anyway.

( Sipping some coffee. Mmm, coffee. )

[osceno]

Ya' gots do some maths if ya' wants sum bucks, tho, yeah?

[typeblight]

( Oh for fuck's sake. It's a miracle she doesn't say it aloud, because her mood is totally foul.

No, wait. ) Fuck's sake. ( Very quiet and entirely to herself. )

I suppose you 'gots do', yes.

( Which is probably why Gerard is such a poor, miserable bastard, she thinks to herself. )

[osceno]

[ Asshole or not, Gerard is not blind and Jules is pretty transparent right now. He arches his eyebrows and laughs. ]

Wow, sweetcheeks. What kinda dog bit ya' ass?

[typeblight]

( An unfortunate side effect of when she can't source the energy to care, when caring is so painful and raw and just letting anger bubble around over her skin is so much easier. )

French Bulldog. ( She smiles, but it's a tight, insincere expression. )

And how are you, Gerard? A paragon of chivalry and class that transcends us all, as ever?

[osceno]

[ He stares at her, then howls a laugh. ] Yeah? Shit sucks, baby. [ He crosses his arms over his chest, scratching at his beard. ]

Dunno most of those words, but I'm doin' pretty good. [ The hookers here are excellent. ]

[typeblight]

Another revelation. ( Oh, she's so amused. Can you tell how amused she is? )

Well done you, then. ( Her arms cross as well, but it's a much more defensive gesture. Being anywhere near this man makes her so insanely uncomfortable, but at least if she's talking to him then she isn't tearing off Vijay's head or making Greg's life a study in misery. )

[osceno]

[ He grins. ] Yeah. [ He's blatantly checking her out as he talks. ] So what's up, babe? [ Grabbing a pack of cigarettes, flicking at the bottom of it and popping out a couple, offering one to Jules. ]

[typeblight]

( Foul urchin. She stares at him, blank and utterly unimpressed, before taking one of the cigarettes. ) Not a great deal, actually. ( Got dumped, feel like a horrible, soulless shell of a person and listen to love ballads from the eighties and nineties to cope. ) I got my hair cut the other day. You?

( A pause, and she eyes him for a moment. ) Out of curiousity, do you not remember my name, or do you just choose to ignore it?

[osceno]

You did? [ He looks at it. Doesn't really remember. He likes to stare at other things. ] Looks nice.

[ Then he chuckles. ] Sure I do, but babe suits you better. [ Nope, he doesn't remember. He lights her cigarette then his. ] Still hanging out with Lia?

[typeblight]

Thank you. ( Somehow, that doesn't sound so sincere.

Oh, fuck. She can't cover things up very well at all when it comes to Em. In fact, she freezes for a moment before she can recover and take a drag on the cigarette to buy herself some time. She's been smoking a lot more since Em left, and drinking more. Running more, too, a gruelling system that definitely not healthy.

Another moment. At least if Gerard is asking that, he can't have seen Em, and for that she's thankful. Another part of her is miserable and angry that she cares so much, but she can't stop. Eventually, she just shakes her head. ) We see each other now and then.

( Her jaw clenches, loosens, clenches again very visibly. Actually, she's trying to keep herself from crying, because she's sure the threat is there and she absolutely refuses to fall into that pit trap again. )

[osceno]

[ Clearly still thinking they were "girl friend" and not "girlfriends", he doesn't seem too surprised to hear that - or even very interested. He's also not the best people's reader, so he doesn't notice the change in her expression. Or, if it does, he doesn't get it. ]

Yeah, shit happens. [ He doesn't sound very sympathetic anyway. ] But hey, more time for me, then, yeah? [ He laughs, winking at her. He's actually trying to be nice! ... As nice as he can be, anyway. ]

[typeblight]

( Oh God why is she even talking to him? Has she gotten this desperate and lonely?

That's pathetic. ) Not really, actually. I should probably be going.

( A big part of her feels guilty just for talking to him, which is... maybe absurd. She can't help it! ) Thanks for the cigarette.

[osceno]

[ Eyebrows raise and he leans towards her slightly. ]

What, ya' not lettin' me buy ya' a coffee? Cheer ya' up a lil'?

[typeblight]

( Oh, Gerard, Gerard. Nothing can cheer Jules up, lately. Even the twins have a hard time, sometimes, and those are two of her favourite people in the world. In fact, they are her favourite people in the world - their mother would take that prize, but... favourite can't really apply when thinking of someone makes your chest seize up. )

You don't really have much chance of that. ( She sighs, leaning against the wall with a slightly slouched posture. ) I'll take the coffee.

( Maybe then he'll just sort of shut up and disappear on his own. )

[osceno]

[ He takes that as a challenge, of course, especially since she's taking the coffee. That clearly means he has a shot at it. ]

Sure. [ LACING HIS ARM AROUND HER WAIST. Because he's... very... gentlemanly. ] Wot's ya' fave place, sweetcheeks?