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Fantastic. He had been leaving to just go back to his suite when someone had quite literally knocked into him with a god damn slurpee. "Can you just explain to me..." He muttered as he stood in the elevator with someone. "What the fucking point of a slurpee in the middle of winter is? I mean, seriously. What the fuck is the point of an iced beverage." He stripped off his shirt, tossing it in his work bag before shaking out a spare he kept with him.
Lap Dance // Open
Gideon was feeling like shit. Everything he wanted was lost to him and he felt like he was spinning on his axis. The two people he needed most were the same reasons he was sat alone in Surrenders looking like a sad, drunk puppy. He wanted Marlowe, the only person that could steady him after learning his brother was alive and wanted him dead. He needed Tyler, to help him 0get through his first broken heart like only a brother could do. But he had a feeling both wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire right now. As he felt a body move past his booth he held out a $20 bill. “Lap dance or refill…” Pushing his glass forward on the table. “…which ever you’re in charge of.”
Jacob was drunk enough to consider the lap dance, but instead he opted for sliding the bottle he'd bought over to the other man. "Nowhere near drunk enough for a lap dance." He murmured. "But help yourself. Next bottle's on you." He said, rubbing his face. Leaning back he glanced over at the other guy. "What's got you so down in the dumps?"
"Nah, I'll be alright." He said softly. Following Aiden up onto the rooftops, he made his way to the edge and sat on the side, lighting up a cigarette. "You come up here often?" He asked quietly. "Or just when one of your friends is trying to not be a debbie downer?" A teasing smile graced his face. "Seriously, though, what's up here? I always hear people talking about it but... it looks like a roof. Nothing special."
As the other explained the benefits, Jacob smiled. "I suppose you're right." He reached out to grab the other's hand. "Jacob Grimm. Newest Doctor in the tower." He let go of the other's hand and sighed. "I guess you could either look at the negatives or try to find the positives. I don't blame you for being frustrated though. I don't know what I would do without my eyesight. But I know what it's like to lose a limb."
Blinking, he looked at the other for a long while and bit his lip. "If you need help, I'll give it but... You should look for someone more stable to rely on." He admitted. Looking down, he sighed before standing up. "I'm heading back to my room. Would you like to come with? You can crash on my bed I'll steal the couch."
Jacob watched the boy for a moment before he shook his head. "Naw. Whatever you feel like making." He lead the other to his suite, then, opening the door for him before shutting the door. He sat down on the couch and just observed him from afar. "There's beer in the fridge if you're thirsty too." He added. "So what the hell got you stuck here?"
Arcades. With loud bangs, lots of people, and a high possibility of unloading the firearm at his waist. "Perhaps the roof would be a better idea." He admitted as he tagged along. "Would hate for you to see a bad side of me."
"Nice to meet you, Dante." Jacob replied quietly. "Well there's just a matter of wanting to get laid. I'm not really one for undressing for others. Besides, it's risky getting into bed with a man prone to flash backs and choking the life out of someone." The statement was made so indifferently it was hard to tell if he was serious or not. "But sure. Let's see if your cooking skills are as good as you make them seem."
"Demand all you like, the chances of you getting one from me are worse than the chance of a blowjob."
"And you'll do that again, one day." Jacob assured. Leaning back, he gave Jem a glance and sighed. You lose yourself when you lose a limb. The trick is remembering that you're still alive. It's a cost, but there's higher you know." Jacob knocked on the metal of his leg and attempted a smile.
Well who said chivalry was dead. Jacob snorted and shook his head. "You're the one who apparently is the rich spoiled brat of the tower. Buy your own drinks. Or just demand one. I'm not spending my money on you."
"Don't worry about it." He said back quietly. Looking over at Jem, he sighed and sat back. "You know... I hear there's someone in the tower working on prosthetics for everyone who lost a limb." He explained. "I won't need one I'm good with mine, but... apparently there is someone worth a damn in this tower. Someone who will help."
It was no surprise that the asset would prefer to be in a suite rather than the infirmary. The place was ghost town in of itself, and he understood that perhaps maybe things were better suited for death there. So he pressed the button to his floor and quietly assesed the boy, pulling away the shirt to check his face. "It'll heal clean. No harm, no foul." He said softly. His eyes assesed the areas around his nose too, though. "You're going to be tender, feel like you're stuffed up for a while. You're gonna have to check to make sure you're breathing normally. I have some saline spray to keep your nose from drying out thanks to the blood." Pausing, he stopped and tilted his head. "What's your name?"
Well now Jacob was presented with two options. Either stay here and keep drinking, or go somewhere. Anywhere with Aiden. Right in this very instance. "You know what... hold that thought." He murmured. He tossed money on the bar, enough to tip and cover his tab, before he turned to Aiden and followed him out the door. "Let's get out of here. Go somewhere. Do something other than this." He gestured to everything behind him. "Lets make the best of a night." Perhaps that's all Jacob needed to do. Get out of his own skin, find somewhere to belong. For a day, a night. Whichever held most promise.
He chuckled and sighed, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Well food I can probably do. Not home made, I have the cooking sense of a crooked politician. I eat out all the time." He murmured. He handed the other his flask. "Haven't had sex since my last tour of duty." He admitted. "But I guess things change once you're employed here. My name's Jacob. What's yours?"
Jacob literally thought his eyes might roll out of his head. "The more money they have the dumber they are." He took a sip from his drink and canted his head at the other. "Is there a reason you rudely interrupted?"
