Friday, March 15th, 2013 - Late Evening
And just like he'd said he'd be, he was in some little dive, right on the border of where the city started to get kind of sketchy. He must have changed clothes at some point, because Ben usually won't go to work, not even on Friday, in jeans and a tee, but that's what he's wearing now -- then again, it's not Ben, because Ben also wouldn't be leaned up against the bar with some brunette floozy draped against his side. Wouldn't be waving, over-emphatically (but still goodnatured, because he's laughing, too openly), to the bartender, signalling to mix the girl another of whatever it was she had. Ben probably wouldn't be working through an entire bottle of bourbon on his own, either. Jackie must know full well, though, even just from the brief text messages exchanged earlier, that this isn't Ben at all.
Jackie was, rather unfortunately, mastering the art of knowing when she was dealing with Harry rather than Ben. Not picking up Adam was one thing, not returning her text messages for so long when she was worried was another. But once he replied in that broken English? Spelling so bad that even Jackie, who was by no means a text master, had to cringe? Yep, it was going to be one of those nights. She was ready for it the moment she stepped through the door. Jeans, boots, and a shirt that said "Kiss My Country A*s" beneath her tried and true brown leather jacket. Hell, if she was going to be at bars for the evening she might as well enjoy it. That was how she viewed it all, fun while babysitting a grown man. That might explain the small video camera that was in her hand held at her side, turned off for now at least.
"Haaaarry." A call across the room as she approached. "I can't believe y'started the party without me. You said I was your favorite. How could y'? I'm hurt!" But she manages a laugh even though she's eyeballing daggers at the brunette from head to toe. "Kind of you to keep him company for me considerin' I was runnin' late, but you can move along now." This was a demand, not a suggestion. The bartender placed the drink down in front of the trio and Jackie's smile widened. "Drink's still on us though. Consider it a job well done."
The brunette doesn't even realize at first that Jackie's talking to the man she's with, but eventually his wide-eyed attempt (and failure -- the stupidly easy grin didn't help) at a 'who, me?' look got her to look in Jackie's direction, figuring out quickly that the situation wasn't as advertised. "What, you didn't tell me... ugh!" She shoves Harry as she straightens out of her lean against him, picks up the drink, looks, for one second, like she's going to throw it at him, but instead she just makes another disgusted sound and her heels click-click-carry her away.
Harry, for his part, looks a little hurt (but laughably so, considering it's mild, and he'd brought it on himself, besides), and he even tries to stop the girl from leaving with a quick 'heyheyhey' -- but he knows it's futile. When Jackie's around, he never ends up getting any action. Dramatic, he slumps against the bar again, giving the blonde another wide-eyed look, this one sort of pleading. "Why'd y'hafta scare her off?" And all at once his expression shifts, the grin stupid-sly. "What, you jealous? I knew you had a thing for me. Hey, hey--" The last, to the bartender. "Get her something." Pointing, unnecessarily, at Jackie.
Jackie's expression never faltered while it took those few extra moments for the brunette to piece it all together. It would make sense soon. Three... Two... And there it was, the sweet sound of retreating heels. Even better was that the brunette was smart enough to not waste her booze by tossing it at Harry. Jackie took up a lean against the counter and lifted the camera, poking at buttons while Harry went on about his theories of her being jealous. "I think she was an undercover cop." A knowing sidelong look tossed his way, her tone matter-of-fact. "I'm a bartender. I can pick 'em out easy. They're always trying to pop guys in the bar for one reason or another. You should be thankin' me." A glance was cast over her shoulder to the bartender. "Badsider, please an' thank you." Then back to Harry with a low whistle. "Thanks for springin' for the drink, big spender. You sure you got this? I could always grab this round if you're low on cash? Probably broke tonight, right?"
He's actually about to ask about the camera -- and from the look on his face, whatever he's about to say about it probably comes with a decent chance of getting slapped -- but he's distracted by her assessment of the girl she'd scared off. "Really?" Eyes wide, he twists to try to catch sight of the girl again; he turns a little too far, and he nearly looses his balance, stumbling before catching at the edge of the bar, laughing when he turns toward Jackie again. "She wouldn't have anything to bust me on. Not right now!"
Cheerful, he picks up his bottle to take a swig, and that's about when she's poking him about money. "Well, that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, would it?" He's slipping his wallet -- Ben's wallet, of course -- out of his jacket pocket, pulling several bills from the billfold to set down on the counter for the bartender. One nice thing about Harry was that he was an extremely good tipper. It helped that the money he spent wasn't his, and there weren't any consequences he suffered from blowing the money he did find on whatever it was he wanted. "So, hey--" Finally, his attention bounces to the camera again. "How many do I gotta buy you before we can put that thing to use?" The look he gives her is a clumsy attempt at sly and coy, and before long he's laughing, the maybe-infectious kind.
"Really." Without missing a beat as his inquiry about Officer Brunette. There were so many times when Jackie felt slightly inferior to those around her because she wasn't always the brightest bulb. But with Harry? She constantly felt like the goddamn sun. Especially when he was almost falling over like that. Not right now, he says! Oh good, she found him just in time. No laws had been broken... yet. And that's what she wanted with all of her poking and prodding about money. Harry made it too easy sometimes. Jackie gave a low whistle when he presented Ben's wallet. "Look at you, all set for the night." She waited for him to pay the bartender before reaching out to snag the wallet from him and quickly tuck it into her back pocket. Maybe he would forget about it if she started talking about the camera loudly enough. She's even smiling, too. Harry loves smiling. "Well, you an' I had so much fun last time that I thought it would be cool for us to record our night out on the town. Somethin' we can look back on an' laaaaugh." Something she can show Ben in his moments of doubt and say seeeeee. The camera was lifted, pointed in his direction, the red record light on. "Say somethin' sweet to the camera, Harry."
And just like he'd said he'd be, he was in some little dive, right on the border of where the city started to get kind of sketchy. He must have changed clothes at some point, because Ben usually won't go to work, not even on Friday, in jeans and a tee, but that's what he's wearing now -- then again, it's not Ben, because Ben also wouldn't be leaned up against the bar with some brunette floozy draped against his side. Wouldn't be waving, over-emphatically (but still goodnatured, because he's laughing, too openly), to the bartender, signalling to mix the girl another of whatever it was she had. Ben probably wouldn't be working through an entire bottle of bourbon on his own, either. Jackie must know full well, though, even just from the brief text messages exchanged earlier, that this isn't Ben at all.
Jackie was, rather unfortunately, mastering the art of knowing when she was dealing with Harry rather than Ben. Not picking up Adam was one thing, not returning her text messages for so long when she was worried was another. But once he replied in that broken English? Spelling so bad that even Jackie, who was by no means a text master, had to cringe? Yep, it was going to be one of those nights. She was ready for it the moment she stepped through the door. Jeans, boots, and a shirt that said "Kiss My Country A*s" beneath her tried and true brown leather jacket. Hell, if she was going to be at bars for the evening she might as well enjoy it. That was how she viewed it all, fun while babysitting a grown man. That might explain the small video camera that was in her hand held at her side, turned off for now at least.
"Haaaarry." A call across the room as she approached. "I can't believe y'started the party without me. You said I was your favorite. How could y'? I'm hurt!" But she manages a laugh even though she's eyeballing daggers at the brunette from head to toe. "Kind of you to keep him company for me considerin' I was runnin' late, but you can move along now." This was a demand, not a suggestion. The bartender placed the drink down in front of the trio and Jackie's smile widened. "Drink's still on us though. Consider it a job well done."
The brunette doesn't even realize at first that Jackie's talking to the man she's with, but eventually his wide-eyed attempt (and failure -- the stupidly easy grin didn't help) at a 'who, me?' look got her to look in Jackie's direction, figuring out quickly that the situation wasn't as advertised. "What, you didn't tell me... ugh!" She shoves Harry as she straightens out of her lean against him, picks up the drink, looks, for one second, like she's going to throw it at him, but instead she just makes another disgusted sound and her heels click-click-carry her away.
Harry, for his part, looks a little hurt (but laughably so, considering it's mild, and he'd brought it on himself, besides), and he even tries to stop the girl from leaving with a quick 'heyheyhey' -- but he knows it's futile. When Jackie's around, he never ends up getting any action. Dramatic, he slumps against the bar again, giving the blonde another wide-eyed look, this one sort of pleading. "Why'd y'hafta scare her off?" And all at once his expression shifts, the grin stupid-sly. "What, you jealous? I knew you had a thing for me. Hey, hey--" The last, to the bartender. "Get her something." Pointing, unnecessarily, at Jackie.
Jackie's expression never faltered while it took those few extra moments for the brunette to piece it all together. It would make sense soon. Three... Two... And there it was, the sweet sound of retreating heels. Even better was that the brunette was smart enough to not waste her booze by tossing it at Harry. Jackie took up a lean against the counter and lifted the camera, poking at buttons while Harry went on about his theories of her being jealous. "I think she was an undercover cop." A knowing sidelong look tossed his way, her tone matter-of-fact. "I'm a bartender. I can pick 'em out easy. They're always trying to pop guys in the bar for one reason or another. You should be thankin' me." A glance was cast over her shoulder to the bartender. "Badsider, please an' thank you." Then back to Harry with a low whistle. "Thanks for springin' for the drink, big spender. You sure you got this? I could always grab this round if you're low on cash? Probably broke tonight, right?"
He's actually about to ask about the camera -- and from the look on his face, whatever he's about to say about it probably comes with a decent chance of getting slapped -- but he's distracted by her assessment of the girl she'd scared off. "Really?" Eyes wide, he twists to try to catch sight of the girl again; he turns a little too far, and he nearly looses his balance, stumbling before catching at the edge of the bar, laughing when he turns toward Jackie again. "She wouldn't have anything to bust me on. Not right now!"
Cheerful, he picks up his bottle to take a swig, and that's about when she's poking him about money. "Well, that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, would it?" He's slipping his wallet -- Ben's wallet, of course -- out of his jacket pocket, pulling several bills from the billfold to set down on the counter for the bartender. One nice thing about Harry was that he was an extremely good tipper. It helped that the money he spent wasn't his, and there weren't any consequences he suffered from blowing the money he did find on whatever it was he wanted. "So, hey--" Finally, his attention bounces to the camera again. "How many do I gotta buy you before we can put that thing to use?" The look he gives her is a clumsy attempt at sly and coy, and before long he's laughing, the maybe-infectious kind.
"Really." Without missing a beat as his inquiry about Officer Brunette. There were so many times when Jackie felt slightly inferior to those around her because she wasn't always the brightest bulb. But with Harry? She constantly felt like the goddamn sun. Especially when he was almost falling over like that. Not right now, he says! Oh good, she found him just in time. No laws had been broken... yet. And that's what she wanted with all of her poking and prodding about money. Harry made it too easy sometimes. Jackie gave a low whistle when he presented Ben's wallet. "Look at you, all set for the night." She waited for him to pay the bartender before reaching out to snag the wallet from him and quickly tuck it into her back pocket. Maybe he would forget about it if she started talking about the camera loudly enough. She's even smiling, too. Harry loves smiling. "Well, you an' I had so much fun last time that I thought it would be cool for us to record our night out on the town. Somethin' we can look back on an' laaaaugh." Something she can show Ben in his moments of doubt and say seeeeee. The camera was lifted, pointed in his direction, the red record light on. "Say somethin' sweet to the camera, Harry."