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Bottoms Up || Harvey and Jack
Harvey wouldn’t ever admit to it, but he was slightly impressed. “Great, now they’re all shaken up.” he said, taking one of the beers that hadn’t been juggled. “Is that your way of keeping me from kicking you out?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jack's eyebrows furrow. "You don't even wanna know how I learned to do that? It's a funny story. A very funny story."
Bottoms Up || Harvey and Jack
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” he said with a half grin. “Nah, I’m not gonna make you leave. I’ve got manners; I’ll at least wait ‘til I’ve drunk all your beer. ” he said as he opened up a new one.
His eyes light up at Harvey's tiny grin, and he takes out three beer and begins to juggle them, slowly at first, but then with tricks in between. He's spinning around, he's laughing like an idiot, and they're going higher and higher into the air, until he catches all three of them one final time and places them on the counter. "Ta-daaaaaaa!" He's obviously so enthralled with himself that it doesn't matter what Harvey thinks, but his opinion is welcome anyway.
A really, really big chocolate milkshake.
Really? When there's someone as sweet as me right here?
Whatever she wants, usually.
And what does she want?
Dinah Lance doesn’t get jealous.
What does she get, then, hm?
Bottoms Up || Harvey and Jack
Harvey was glad to see the punch land, even though he knew his fist wass going to be hurting because of it in a second. No matter how many guys you punch, it’s always the same, At the same time, he was glad to see he wasn’t fighting back. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had; it was just easier this way.
He let out an exasperated sigh. He hadn’t really expected to get the full satisfaction that he normally would have gotten from striking someone, but Jack was still frustrating. “Yeah, well, too bad. You probably enjoyed that more than I did, anyway.”
Jack sighs dramatically, his hand moving from his jaw to his cheek. "I guess you'll be expecting me to leave now... You've got what you wanted from me, you savage beast."
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That’s almost funny.
Almost?
Cute.
How many girls have heard a line like that?
Are you getting jealous, already, Queenie?
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Probably too many.
Just three! The rest are all true stories.
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Get bent.
Hey. Hey. Hey Harvey boy. How many lawyer jokes are there?
Bottoms Up || Harvey and Jack
Normally Harv might have been surprised, but he had known Jack for some time now. Of course, he was still always annoyed at his ridiculous antics, more so than he would have been with anyone else. It was tiring knowing that he was like this all day, every day.
He stood, raised his fist, and swung. He almost always carried out his threats, if he could help it. His expression remained largely unchanged from subtle annoyance, Dealing with Jack was a real chore.
Jack doesn't bother to avoid the fist. In fact, he's been waiting for it for quite some time now, and the pain washes over him in pools of satisfaction. Jack's unique brand of masochism is somewhat complicated... but he'll never turn down a good dose of adrenaline. If it was anyone else, the knife would be out of his pocket and in his hand in an instant. But Harvey doesn't scare so easily, and all of Jack's play-dates know he would never do too much harm to to them. Not more than Harvey could handle, anyway. It'd be a useless gesture, and it'd probably get him kicked out.
Jack holds his jaw, his lips curving into a smile before they begin an exaggerated pout. "Is that all you got, Harvey boy? I'm disappointed."
How many lawyers does it take to plaster a wall?
It depends how hard you throw them.
i get around // the beach boys
we always take my car ‘cause it’s never been beat
and we’ve never missed yet with the girls we meet
none of the guys go steady ‘cause it wouldn’t be right
to leave their best girl home on a saturday night
What a little slut, you.
Mm. For you, maybe?
