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“Are you colorblind, Jones? There’s no way that’s butter. It’s definitely lemon.” He turned his gaze to the two ladies as finished taking off the tie and handing it to an outstretched hand. “It’s lemon, isn’t it?” he asked pointedly, his question directed between the nearest of the pair. “It’s like a pale lemon. Butter’s far creamier.”

“It’s certainly a shade of yellow, Mr. Hardy.” 

A scoff at that reply. Hmph. Some people just didn’t understand design like he did.

He readjusted his collar, his eyes returning to his reflection as he considered what else he’d like to try on. He wasn’t exactly the most adventurous with his styles unless he was drunk, so he wasn’t really going for anything out of the ordinary. He’d always been a fan of his simple black suits and white button-downs, so there wasn’t much point in trying anything from either of those departments. He was mainly just looking for---... Well, ties, really. Boring old lawyer.

“Could you get me another in gold? I saw one at the table when we came in, but didn’t think to grab it. Could be good with this suit.”

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Gavin’s brows drew together and he frowned at the older man before turning his stare back to the mirror, “Mocha skin or not this shirt is not lemon, Hardy. It’s obviously butter. Lemon was the color next to it. Wouldn’t dare to go that bright. Too drawing of attention.” He sighed though and worked to pull the suit jacket off, handing it to a woman who was standing a few feet off. She folded it over her arm as Gavin turned back to begin unbuttoning the shirt he wore, “But you’re right. Not nearly close enough to what I want, but between the multiple shades of purple I need something new.”

“Might I suggest red?”

Gavin looked over at the girl next to the one holding his jacket and then back to Joel, finishing with the shirt, “If I’m doing red I need new suit. Preferably black.” He pulled the shirt off then ruffled his hair only to fix it again with a look in the mirror. “No tie either for the moment.” He grabbed up the violet shirt he’d been wearing to at least have something on in some form then smiled at the girl nearest Joel, “Could you fetch me both, love?’

“Of course, Mr. Jones.” She glanced to Joel then, “Anything for you, Mr. Hardy?”

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The lawyer’s brow raised as he listened to the other’s response, the corners of his lips curling upwards into an amused sort of smirk before falling back into a small scowl again for dramatical effect. “So I agree to visit, and you start threatening to fire me? Sounds like I’m not the one being a prick.” he scoffed, his words laced with mock offence. “You’re the ones who’re lucky to have me. I wouldn’t’ve had to go through a whole “rebuilding a brand new life” thing if it weren’t for your goddamn crew. If you’ve forgotten, I already had a pretty decent amount of business back in Liberty---even before I got involved with your lot. I just decided to go for quality of clientele over quantity of business. You’re welcome.”

Although it was all just playful banter, he wasn’t exactly lying. He’d made a real name for himself back in LC --- the top lawyer self-titled in the whole city. Renown as shit, with constant new clientele at his doorstep. He’d been able to live a comfortable and relatively stress-free life, complete with a fucking mansion for kicking back in everyday. But then he’d saved Geoff from a prison sentence which quickly fell into a long-term thing, and suddenly he was attached to the crew enough to give up everything he’d worked for to follow them to LS. Not that he would’ve been able to keep his old life anyway --- wouldn’t take much to figure out he was connected to the crew. Pleading innocence would only get him so far.

                    He’d rebuilt his new life since then, but still. Sentiments.

The smirk soon returned as he lifted his own glass and took a reasonable sip. Fucking amazing flavor as per usual. Joel was glad he’d brought a new bottle, because he wouldn’t be surprised if it was empty---or near enough---by the end of the night.

“I wish I could say I doubt that, but it’d be a lie. It’s why they’re already barred from visiting unless it’s for business.” He’d dealt with enough from them before, and he’d prefer to keep his current place from being trashed or anything. He was too old to trust anyone past around 15 years younger than him.

He took his buddy’s words and the sound of the door as a good push for him to head into the lounge, which he did without another word; glass still firmly held in-hand (and whiskey bottle grabbed with his other hand after a short consideration --- better having everything in the lounge with them, right?). Geoff had said movies, after all. So kicking back on the couch with his drink while Geoff handled the food seemed like the best way to go about things.

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His hands wrapped around the glass that was handed to him with an appreciative nod before raising it to his lips, taking a long sip and savoring the flavor.  Joel always was good about bringing over the best whiskey.  “You kidding?  I wouldn’t bring any of those animals with me.  They’d get bored after two minutes and start tearing the place up while the adults entertain themselves with a bottle of whiskey.”  Geoff smirked slightly behind his glass, though the doorbell ringing called to him and he took one last drink before leaving Joel in the kitchen. 

“Go make yourself at home or whatever,” he waved, although he already knew that wouldn’t be an issue while he handled getting the food.

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d0uble0hmogar replied to your post:Out of Existence

Not accepted. Do your fucking replies. I will fight you. :|

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[ Fight me. ]

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It was still probably quite surprising to everyone that Joel didn’t mind going out clothing shopping with someone like Gavin. In fact -- it was probably quite surprising to everyone that Joel was out with someone like Gavin at all. Absolute day/night sort of combination, but ever since the Paleto incident; he’d grown to accept Gavin wasn’t all shit and annoyance. Only... 98% shit and annoyance. 

              It’s why relaxing glasses of whiskey before going out suit-hunting was invented. God bless America.

A brow raised towards Gavin’s reflection. “You’re critiquing my style right now? I’m not the one considering lemon for a button down. Lemon. Your skin’s not nearly mocha enough to pull off lemon.” With that, his eyes were back to his own reflection; regarding the outfit carefully before loosening the tie again so he could slip it off entirely. “But no, I’m not getting it. When the fuck would I wear lime? Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t just bad lighting when I was looking through the displays in the main room.” That, and he’s already got one in a similar tone.

                               ...He just likes ties, okay?

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Joel. Joey Heyman. The only other prick in the circle that knew a suit from a tux and a style from another style. He was also the only other one willing to spend an arm and a leg at the furthest Ponsonbys for the perfect suit. He understood why Gavin loved his suits so much and that was the exact reason why he’d decided that it was time they went out again, but instead of getting drunk and getting lost in Paleto it was time to just be them. Perfect, beautiful assholes who love a suit twice the amount of Ray’s Faggio.

They had been at the store for nearly twenty minutes, both now stood in front of the mirrors of the changing room and eyeing their reflections. Gavin’s head was tilted to the side and his green eyes were admiring the length of his own frame. “Not entirely sure how I feel about this color for the button down…” he muttered the words, shifting the dark grey jacket over the pale yellow shirt more. “It seems a bit washed out in look.”

He turned his eyes to Joel’s reflection, looking him over then settling on the expression the lawyer held, “Are you deciding whether or not it looks good or trying to decide if you can scare some jury into submission with the color of that tie? Please tell me you aren’t getting that tie.” 

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“Because I’m usually in here trying to save another of your crew member’s asses. Shit like that puts me in a rushy mood--- would you prefer I go about my job casually and start getting people killed? Because if seeing me laid back’s more important, then I’ll be sure to start taking everything in my stroll.” Although he spoke with a tone of annoyance, they’d been buddies long enough for it to be pretty obvious he was just teasing back.

He gave the bottle a quick swirl before readjusting the glasses so he’d be able to pour them easier; just to hesitate in thought and instead place the bottle back down beside them and head for the freezer. Whiskey just isn’t the same without ice. “Oh, so that’s what you’ve missed? You know, it’s times like these that really have me questioning how I managed to find such a great, compassionate employer.” he replied sarcastically as he grabbed the cubes. Three for each glass to ensure they lasted for at least a couple of drinks before they’d need more. Hopefully long enough to at the very least last them through until their food arrived, or even better the meal as a whole.

The cubes clinked the sides of the glasses as he dropped them in, before he picked up the bottle again and poured a generous amount into each glass. If this evening was going to be anything like most of the evenings the pair shared, the bottle’d be barely lasting the night. Such a beautiful, booze-filled connection they had.

“And yeah, I have been pretty busy; considering the fact that my biggest employers are currently on break. Several cases here and there from all marks of life, but none of it’s been too hot to handle. But you know me -- not satisfied unless I’m up to my elbows in work.” He replaced the cap onto the bottle, before picking up both glasses and handing one to Geoff. “You know my place is always open to your drop-bys, as long as you don’t bring around any of your younger members. Only my best buddy can get away with interrupting my workload, as long as you’re the one providing drinks.”

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“Fucking missed you both.  You because you bring the whiskey and the whiskey because it gets me drunk.”  The gent wasn’t serious and he slowly sauntered over towards the kitchen, pulling out a couple glasses from the cupboard for them to place in front of Joel.  “No, but seriously.  I’ve missed you.  Time off’s nice and all, but I kinda like being able to bug your ass when I get bored or make you have to do something for me I know you don’t want to.” 

That was one of his favorite pastimes.  There was just some sort of satisfaction he got from hearing Joel groan ridiculously over-dramatically about having to bail one of the crew members out of a sticky situation.  “You’ve been keeping busy?  I thought about stopping by to surprise you a few times, but figured I’d give you a real break from us all.”

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Although Joel often seemed to gain more frustration from social interactions than enjoyment, with the long break he’d had from casual hangouts; he actually found himself feeling totally relaxed and maybe even a little excited for a night in relaxing with a good buddy. It was such a domestic thing, and he was excited. Shows how much he gets out.

“Yeah, I knocked. I wanted to try out a little common decency -- do you prefer me just bursting into your apartment? Because I’ll be sure to do that again next time. Don’t want to change my ways too much and confuse you.” And he didn’t have any idea about whether the door was unlocked or not. You think Joel’d be about to make a massive idiot out of himself by trying to shove open a locked door? No fucking way. He’s not about that lifestyle.

An amused sort of smirk curled the lawyer’s lips as he passed Geoff, automatically heading for the kitchen so he could crack open the bottle for them. Just getting right to making himself at home, as you’d expect from him.

"Have you missed me, or have you missed my whiskey? Because I won’t blame you if it’s the second bit. It’s pretty great whiskey.” he replied after getting the cap off the bottle; the pleasantly sweet aroma quick to fill his nose the second it was off. Nothing quite like the scent of a freshly-opened bottle of whiskey to keep you in a good mood. “As for hungry? I mean, I’m not that hungry. But I should probably eat before kicking back many more glasses of this. Think your lot need me too much for me to get away with dying of alcohol poisoning tonight.” Plus, he hasn’t eaten a hell of a lot so far today. Food just seems to pass his mind a lot when he’s working.

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Geoff could hardly even remember the last time he’d seen him though, which was why the sudden itch to spend time with an old friend had hit.  Movies and ordering in some food probably sounded like a boring, quiet night in for most, but with the added combination of drinks and an old buddy he knew that they were in for a good time. 

The boss sat on the couch with his feet propped up onto the coffee table.  He’d lazily been staring out the large windows and watching the sun set for a while, but knowing that Joel was already on his way, he called the Chinese place down the street.  Hanging up the phone just in time to hear the knock at the door, Geoff popped up and wandered over to pull the already unlocked door open with a grin. 

“Did you really just knock?”  The tattooed man laughed and stepped aside to let Joel in with a light slap on the back.  “That’s fucking unlike you,” he said before blue hues landed on the familiar looking bottle in the lawyer’s grasp.  “Have I told you that I’ve missed you?  Because I’ve missed you like dicks.  You’re the only one that brings whiskey over anymore.  Oh, I hope you’re hungry too because I just ordered us a shitload of food.” 

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It wasn’t very often Joel was the one to indulge in social calls. Something about hangouts had never really interested the lawyer too much, so he never actively sought out any interactions that weren’t purely business.

Unless there was alcohol involved. Always a good way of relaxing him enough to actually talk with others like he was a real human being, instead of the amazing machine persona he kept up to remain at the top of his line of business.

But when he’d received the text from Geoff, he hadn’t even hesitated before agreeing. Maybe it was the fact that he’d finished his workload for the evening early; maybe it was the fact that he’d already been through a couple of shots of whiskey in the past hour. It probably mostly boiled down to Geoff being a good buddy of his; probably the only person he was always comfortable with. Alcohol or not, he would’ve agreed to an evening in.

                       Hell--- he didn’t even like watching movies.

By the time the lawyer had sent off the final text, he’d already left his office (after picking up another unopened bottle of whiskey) and was heading for his car. Ditched his jacket on the passenger seat--the evening was surprisingly warm--and he was off. Luckily, a couple of shots never affected his driving ability; so he could easily navigate the hills and turns between his place and Geoff’s. 

It only took about fifteen minutes to make it to Geoff’s. He parked out front since he didn’t have the slightest idea when he’d leave (depended on the alcohol intake really), so it felt like the best bet option. Keep out of the way and everything.

Before heading for the door, he slackened his tie a bit (business casual, right?) and grabbed the bottle he’d brought. The whole area was pretty dark aside from the tall lights in the street, but he managed to navigate the way to the door. No real point in buzzing since Geoff had been the one to invite him, but after making his way to his actual apartment he still gave the door a couple of knocks to let him know he’d arrived. Far more polite than his usual enter-without-making-himself-known.

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misterramsey replied to your post:Out of Existence

and so am i

Same.

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Rules are hard. </3

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Yeah, come on over and I'll call out for Chinese or something.

Alright. I’ll be there in twenty.

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Hey. Remember that 100 dollars I lent you? [Break] Yeah, need you to pay me back.

I don’t think you understand how I work, Jack.

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I don’t deal in loans. Any money you’ve given me is given as a gift.

{ Break }

If you need to borrow 100 from me, we can set something up.

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Drinks are always a must so we're all set. My place or yours?

I’m done with all my main paperwork. I can head around to your place if it’s easier.

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You wanna go someplace or we could order in some food and watch movies or something. Your choice.

I’m always a fan of staying in with food and movies.

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Throw in some drinks and we have ourselves a deal.

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Oh no, I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out.

That’s the answer I like to hear.

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Where did you want to meet?

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You. I need a word with you.

What’s gone wrong this time?

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adaamgilby replied to your post: Out of Existence

//pls no

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