Matt Jamison - OC - Milliways or a reasonable facsimile thereof

[mm_merky]

You'd think, what with all the amazing people and all the amazing sex and all the amazing opportunities in Matt's life right now, that he'd be able to avoid wrecking it by picking fights with powerful sorcerers and subsequently getting his spirit friends prohibited from talking to himBut if you thought that, you clearly do not know Matt Jamison

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[leftistbeanpole]

Oh look, it is a scruffy doctor with a giant book under his arm.

Jordie's slid into the seat opposite. The book makes a resounding thunk on the table. "This is heavy," he says by way of greeting, "so I'm gonna sit down for a minute. But then I'll go away."

He also has a lowball of something amber. It does not make such a loud thunk as the book.

[tantric_slacker]

"Feel free to not go away, too," Matt says in a mutter that registers neither surprise nor-- frankly-- all that much by way of recognition.

But after a moment, he can't help peering.

"... What's the heavy book?"

[leftistbeanpole]

He shoves it across in a manner that does not imperil the Thai iced tea.

"The person I am trying to sleep with," Jordie says with great dignity, "has told me that it is not an option until I finish this book and we discuss it. I do not know what the fuck is the damage there, but I don't have anything better to do."

[tantric_slacker]

The Autobiography of MARK TWAIN, Matt mouths, blinking.

He grins.

"The options that immediately spring to mind are trying to put you off, historical fixation rooted in childhood trauma, might require you to wear a powdered wig later on, or: awesome."

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa slips into the seat across from him and looks at the knight,

"What happened?"

[tantric_slacker]

"--Tiwa."

Matt brightens.

"Wow, it has been way too long. Uh. What happened ...?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"To make you ignore your food and stare at this guy?"

She grins, she's doing well but at the moment is curious.

[tantric_slacker]

"Right."

Matt sighs.

"I ... had a run-in with the master of a friend. And mmmay have given him my two cents as to what I think of that whole arrangement."

[nita_callahan]

"I think this is the part where I tell you to stop picking at your food and eat because you're too skinny," comments a voice from beside him. Nita is leaning on the booth divider, and though her tone is light, she's watching him closely.

[tantric_slacker]

--O sweet, sweet narrative causality. Nita.

Matt brightens, albeit in sort of a desperate way.

"Is it that part?"

[nita_callahan]

"It might also be the part where I steal some of your food," she confesses, sliding onto the bench beside him. "It smells great."

[tantric_slacker]

Matt, having come into the bar pre-TMI-prepped, leans over and slides an arm around her waist, giving her a peck on the cheek.

Then he lets her go, but nudges his curry and sticky rice her way.

"Please," he says.

"It needs a good home."