Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@hellboundhitman
“Bloody hell, did you just say baby? I can’t be gone for two years without a whirlwind of shit going on – can I?”
Josh frowned against the glass of his cocktail out of muscle memory, his knee jerk reaction to just about anything. The expression soon lifted into one of a genuine smile, despite how surprised he was.
“Well.. Two years.. That’s what tends to happen. What are you doing here?”
"Alright. One more drink.” Josh agreed, emphasising the one. He was more mindful of the clock than he usually was, not just because the countdown was approaching.
“But no shots. Getting up with the baby at 4am is already tough without adding that on top.”
@phoebejtonkin : Boyf made dinner @paulvedere
Thatcher nodded, tilting his head some to study Josh’s face. “Yeah,” he confirmed once more. “At least they didn’t break your nose?” Thatcher shrugged, chuckling weakly and thankful his own face was now healed. “Don’t worry. You still look good.”
“True, this thing’s already been through enough,” Josh told him, touching his own nose subconsciously. It had been broken before, during his stint in the warehouse he’d been a captive in for a month. The scars faded though the nightmares still occurred.
“Thanks. You look better than the last time I saw you,” He recalled, Thatcher himself had also been on the wrong end of a beating the last time they’d crossed paths if he was remembering correctly.
“Not much of a fan, no,” Tobias shrugged, hardly able to remember the last time he’d actually been to the movies. He might have read comics when he was young, but that wasn’t something he was about to admit. It didn’t fit well with his image. “Serves you right for wasting your time at the cinema,” he chided, a smile playing around his lips as he took another sip of his drink.
“Ace wanted to go. He used to read the comics.” Josh told him, an amused smile on his face when he remembered how riled up Ace had gotten about the character changes in the movie. Mostly, it had all gone over Josh’s head.
“He was pretty fucked off about the twins in it. Said it was all wrong.”
“Was that a Mean Girls reference?”
“It was in my Netflix queue,” Josh explained, near sure that she was the reason it was there in the first place.
“I think you look fine. You can’t really see it anymore anyway.”
“Yeah?” Josh asked, still examining the side of his face in the reflective surface. It had been nearly a month now since his hit had gone slightly wrong.
(Slightly being a metal pipe hitting him in the face sort of wrong).
“Good. Clocked me pretty hard.”
“That’s your best one?” Edie’s tone didn’t bother disguising the judgment she had.
“It’s cute…”
“Feel like you just told me vintage, so adorable.” He quoted, voice a little higher on the last three words to signal he was imitating Regina George’s voice.
“Haven’t seen it,” Tobias shook his head abruptly, raising an eyebrow at the patron on the barstool next to him talking about one of the new films out in the cinema. “Have I been missing out?”
“Um... No.” Josh admitted after a moment, weighing up whether the movie sounded dull because he wasn’t the most engaging of storytellers or because it actually was dull.
“It was alright if you liked the rest but on it’s own, not great.”
“Don’t you have anything that’s not funeral attire?”
“What? I was at mass, this is my best suit.” Josh defended, stretching out his arm to see if it were possible that he’d outgrown it. Nope, still wore it well, he thought.
“Who got a lucky shot?”
“Quick thinker who was never going to pay up for what they owed.”
“It would be hard to find someone that didn’t have a better day than you.” Michelle kept her answer to his question vague, moving closer to him to get a better look at his eye now that the ice was off his face.
“You’re not wrong,” Josh mumbled, keeping the ice away from his face while she looked him over. It didn’t hurt as much now though he was sure he’d be retracting that just as soon as he lay down.
“Any chance of a drink?”
“I thought there was something new.”
“Can’t get anything passed you.”
“Hoping you had a better day than me?” Josh asked, holding the ice away for a minute because he was sure his face was starting to feel numb.
“Would you like a drink?” Ace questioned. He felt like it was the polite question to ask after he’d been sitting near this person for the past hour.
“Sure. Zaconey and coke please.”
“Articulate. Are you otherwise still in one piece?”
“Nope. I’m missing an arm and a leg.”
