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[i_love_squats]

Who: Zack Fair i_love_squats and Jason Todd jaytodd
When: Yesterday
Where: The Docks
Format: Paragraph.
What: Booze and bitching. :D Great combo.
Warnings: Um, we’ll see.

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[jaytodd]

Zack was already there. Jason could see him, a little figure laying on the docks. He wondered exactly how fast Zack was - an idle question, just one more thing he should have known straight from the start, the ins and outs and skills of everyone else, one more thing he... hadn't really cared about.

Jason quickly made his way down, not willing to contemplate those things closer, the pack of beers tingling in his hand. Not enough beer to get drunk, just enough to get a bit tingly, a bit tipsy, soften the edges of the world. And maybe it'd soften the edge of the memories of Dawn's nightmare.

Zack really looked nothing like Dick, now that one version of 'Wing was there too.

Jason extended the arm carrying the bottles above Zack's head, breaking the other guy's line of sight - nothing but the sky up there, was that what Zack had been staring at?

"Like what you see?"

[i_love_squats]

Zack always had an appreciation for all things in his line of sight (unless they were malboros. Ew.), so the openness of the sky wasn’t any different. It always made him think of Angeal, of that lone flight up to a fight, always made him think of everything back home. The sky here looked different than the sky there, but he couldn’t exactly place how. Maybe it just wasn’t as open, wasn’t as wide, wasn’t as-

--as beer-filled. Heh, funny that.

“I did before; now I love it.” Laughing a little, he sat up, even managed a stretch with his arms high over head. One gloved hand patted the dock space next to him. “Take a seat. I was just keeping it warm for you.”

Tentatively, he reached for one of the beers. “You’re pretty good; I didn’t even hear you coming.”

[jaytodd]

Jason snorted a laugh that got lost in the cries of the seagulls and the wind coming from the water, smiling. He crouched down, putting the pack down between them, before sitting cross-legged where Zack had been patting. He quietly took in the stretch, the obvious muscle and flexibility, the smile dancing on his lips.

"Why thank you good sir," he replied.

He reached for one beer on his end, using his belt buckle to open it, raising it up in the air to meet Zack's. "Cheers." And before he took the first mouthful: "Don't you know? I'm a fucking ninja. What about you, soldier boy?"

Zack's eyes were really fucking blue, in a way Jason had never seen before. They were almost glowing.

[i_love_squats]

“Least I could do for the guy bringing the beer.” Because across all worlds, all cultures, it was always the same: Don’t fuck with the beer-bringer. Zack was fairly certain that it was the same in Jason’s, and if it wasn’t, it just further cemented the fact that he never wanted to go there. The porn was enough to turn him off.

Zack watched Jason use the belt buckle, and couldn’t help but smirk. Oh, he could one-up-you, yes sir! Mako enhancements were great for battle, sure, but for also party tricks. Bringing the bottle up, he hooked his teeth into the cap and peeled it off, before spitting it down the dock. Tasted like crap, sure, but it made people look at him a little differently.

“Ninjas, Turks, all sneaky. I like the full on approach, go big or go home.” Which might explain the sword, but who really dared to bring it up? Laughing, he took a deep swallow before setting the bottle next to him and looking across at Jason with those bright blue eyes. Mako-fun, through and through.

“Thanks for the beers. How’ve you been?”