♠ 07 ♠

[jackofallcards]

Oi Gene, I've got a bottle of brandy, a pack of cards, and no one to share either with. It's a sad state to be in.

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[live_ringer]

That is a sad state. But there's an easy way to remedy that.

By the by, I found something in the scrapyard that reminded me of you, so I'll bring it along. You're still in the same place, right?

[jackofallcards]

Man's not meant to have this much space to himself. Isn't natural.

That so? Look forward to seeing you and your surprise. Still in the same place, yeah.

[live_ringer]

Mm. I'm sure you'll find some way to fill it up. Start collecting things, maybe.

Alright, I'll head on over.

[Quicklog]

[And head over he did. Gene strode through Section 3, one hand palming his Scrapyard find in his pocket, the other extracting the cigarette from his mouth as he exhaled. It had been a long week. No telling if the next would make things any easier. But if the pattern of the day and Jack's statement told of anything, his future held a good bit more booze in it. He supposed he could be alright with that.

As Gene reached the appropriate door (or the one he thought was appropriate; it had been a while since he'd last stopped by) he pulled his hand out of his pocket and knocked.]

[Quicklog]

[jackofallcards]

[Jack opened the door a few minutes after the knock, looking as scruffy and hobo-ish as he tended to. Maybe a little more so, without Aurora and Yehuda to bitch at him until he shaved. The house itself was... Strangely empty feeling, the only signs of habitation were a blanket thrown over the couch and a few dirty dishes on the sink and the promised bottle of brandy on the kitchen table, with two glasses.]

[Jack's smile of greeting was genuine enough, as he stepped aside to let Gene in.]

Been a while.