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( he drags his thumb through condensation on the bottle, an' then takes a draught. )

Why, you lookin' to set me up with someone? Trust me, Tabby's tried it. I'm prime eligible bachelor material down in Agathine, I think she's thrown half of Conecuh at me by now.

[reneger]

Maybe. Maybe I'm just adding it to my repertoire of Gene-isms.

( another name to add to it, too. tabby. whoever the hell that is. )

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( a huff. )

Frankly, I don't know what I like. ( he rubs thoughtfully at his jaw. then, ) Folks I can be kind to, I guess. Ain't enough'a that in the world.

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No? Most everyone has a preference. Red-heads, ( dick. ) brunettes, light eyes, darker eyes. Freckles. Soft smiles, snarky grins. Sass.

( beer bottle up to his lips to take a decent drink out of it. ) Nice legs, great ass. You know.

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I don't much care about that stuff.

( he supposes he's mostly liked brunettes, but... well, there's also just more folks in the world with brown hair. didn't stop him from bein' sweet on clarke none. )

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People you can be kind to is broad. You can be kind to anyone.

( doesn't mean they'll be kind back. )

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Then I guess I'm into anyone.

( why is this an issue, jason. )

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Oh?

( then, playfully. with a wiggle of his brows, ) You into me?

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( gene absolutely throws the cap of his beer at him. )

You're taken, you don't count.

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( it gets a laugh out of him. loud, boisterous. jason even snorts once or twice. it's not a laugh he gives often, and definitely not with many people. )

Sure, but I'm still hot.

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Yeah, yeah. Maybe in another life, you damn hooligan.

( which is basically admitting it anyway. )

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That one of the things you're into, Agathine? Guys who could bench press you?

( beer down on top of the keyboard and he's getting up to his feet, stalking across the apartment over towards gene. )

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( idly, )

Maybe guys I can boss around an' step on, you ever think about that?

[reneger]

( wow. that. has him stopping for a moment. because damn, he knows that gene knows what he does but that doesn't mean he likes gene calling him out on it. brows furrow, arms raise to cross over his chest.

you know, as if gene was clearly incorrect this whole time. )

You can't boss me around.

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Jason, you are ten kinds'a sucker for folks you care about, my hand to God.

( but his smile's easy an' warm. fond. )

You're a good man. Now, ( a little flap of his hand. ) go on an' get your hissy fit over with, I know how you are about compliments.

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( he even opens his mouth to object. to throw his hissy fit. and then gene starts talking, says it plain as day and jason--shut up. opens his mouth again, just to close it once more. drops his arms down to his side before he's raising one up to shove fingers through his hair.

look there's not even room to leave after a statement like that. because that's still throwing a hissy fit. maybe he should anyway? except. god. he can't even tell gene to shut up.

there are no words for this. no escape route that isn't technically still losing, is there. so he turns back around, moves back to the keyboard, and drinks his beer. silently. )

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( he just sucks his teeth in a moment of victory, an' takes the opportunity to savor the silence. once he figures jason has absolutely suffered enough (it don't take him long, honestly, he's a sucker too) — )

You play?

( the keyboard. since, you know. he sat down in front of it an' all. )

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( now, now he's just going to be a huge brat about it. clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth when gene speaks up again, although his eyes do turn down to look at the keyboard. )

Nah. Had a couple lessons as a brat, back when I was learning to blend in to. . richer environments. You know. Don't remember jack shit, and I don't have the hands for playing anyway. ( calloused, thicker fingers. not the thin fingers one would prefer on a pianist. )

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( he gets up an' comes over to sit beside him on the bench. )

Scoot over. It's about dexterity more than size. You're about as big as my brother, he used to play just fine. We learned in Church.

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( he's scooting. but he doesn't like it. jason grumbles under his breath, pulls the beer along with him. settles on the far side of the bench. there's a snarky i feel bad for anna comment he keeps under wraps. because gene seemed upset enough about alex, being snarky probably isn't a great idea. )

I didn't say I couldn't if I wanted to.

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( gene nudges against his shoulder gently. )

You sore at me now?

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No.

( even as his nose wrinkles and he. definitely looks like he's in a sour mood. like a child pouting and throwing a fit. )

Bet I can still play Mary Had a Little Lamb.

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( lord, but he's a terrible liar. rather than call him on it, gene just takes a languid drink of his beer an' then: )

Yeah? I'll take that bet.

[reneger]

( he's a great liar, when he really wants to be. gene just brings out the brat in him. sure, he can lie out his ass when he's trying to accomplish things. he can pull off acting like the biggest, baddest asshole in gotham's underbelly.

except for when he's handling someone who straight up calls him out on his bullshit. fucking rude. jason rolls his eyes. looks down to the keyboard and--does a quick internet search on where the right keys are (thank you, implant) before he starts playing. he's one key off, but it's close enough. )

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( he could correct him easy enough, but instead he just lets the man play, an' then laughs. )

Okay, fair enough. I concede. What were we bettin' for, exactly?