#vijelante

[fiixer]

❝ what does that even mean ? where did it come from, and why ? ❞

"Seriously? Jesus, someone could rattle off a string of nerd shit and you'd catch every word, but here I am speakin' fucking English and it's over your head. It means we -" Not the first time a burst of frustration tangled with the whirlwind of other confusing things spreading through his chest, and like times prior, he'd caught himself just in time. The notion cuts off in a breath, his mouth snapping shut as he takes a single step back. As if another few inches of distance would solve the problem at hand.

What did it mean -- it meant he was grateful when Aiden rounded the alley's corner and met him at the car; that a preliminary check revealed no immediate injury in dire need of tending. It meant he was proud of yet another job well done, and that he couldn't imagine pulling it off with anyone else. The two of them are entirely unmatched when it came to talent, and Jordi didn't offer that sort of silent praise lightly. No one else could match him tit for tat in terms of experience and skill. Hell, there are times he wonders if they are matched, or if perhaps Aiden has him in certain areas. And now they were here, with a suitcase full of cash and an account that would reward them further as they needed. There's no hype quite like that.

It meant now came the part where they dodge the badges that would inevitably come sniffing around when civilians panicked and called in the noise. They dodge the law and lay low for a few days, together in one of Jordi's safe-houses just outside the city limits, and truthfully, there's a part of him that's looking forward to it. It's not a time for pleasantries, of course, but sometimes it's better to spend those moments of paranoia with someone else, someone he trusts, someone whose company he enjoys and seeks when he can. It meant he was looking forward to the long drive out there together; to coffee in the morning inside the bunker, to....

He all but shakes off the thought, clearing his throat as a means to will it away. It would vanish on its own in time, right - it always did, though he's noticing the fact that it's taking far longer to squash it down, as of late. Right now, though, Jordi opts to simply ignore it and pretend it didn't exist. Simple as that. Aiden didn't need to know, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. "...y'know what? Forget it."

meme i forgot // @vijelante

[fiixer]

"Worried. Worried - you think I was worried? Aiden, I've been sitting here, racking up my tab for half a goddamn hour waiting on you!" Even a sterling rep wasn't always enough to thwart every potential threat the city's streets had to offer. Most knew better, but seeing as Jordi still had to deal with the occasional upstart picking fights they couldn't win, he couldn't say for certain whether Aiden was exempt. So, was he worried? No, of course not--maybe a little. And that may have ticked him off just a bit, right along with that low tone that rivaled even the deepest bass drop in the song currently clouding the club.

But, not enough to shoo the arm off the back of his seat.

All things considered, though, he couldn't be mad at his best man, not really. His go-to guy, his partner in crime. The friend part might tie in a little, too, who could say. It was never supposed to reach that point, and yet here they are, years later, in the same booth they occupied since the first day they'd gained entrance to the club. Jordi slides a second glass over, the one he'd been hoarding since Claire brought it (along with the bottle now serving as their centerpiece) over just for this purpose. Couldn't go slacking on tradition now, so of course he made sure to have Aiden's drink ready for him when he walked in the door -- he probably should have thrown it back this time for making him wait, but instead he's sharing, careful not to spill the contents on their table. "Conine. Thought you deserved a little somethin' special after that last gig...but then you made me wait, so I decided that I deserved a treat, and I'm just nice enough to share it with you."

The Afterlife had been his go to for more years than he can remember and as memories swam in his head, he moved like a phantom through the bar, head down and hands shoved in his pockets. He gave Claire a curt head nod then continued on to his destination, to a booth off away from prying eyes, not that anyone would bother him, he was known well enough for people to stay clear. Especially when he was with Jordi Chin, his long time friend and fixer.

His lips twitched into an amused smile, his shoulder knocking into Jordi’s playfully before he got comfortable in the booth, an arm sliding behind the other man as he sat in a way he could survey the room. “Why? Did you miss me?” He responded, voice low enough so only Jordi could hear, the same expression on his face until he deemed the place safe enough. Nobody would mess with Rogue but it was just habit, “Got caught up but I’m here now.” Aiden paused to let out a him, “You worried about me, Jordi?” He relaxed his frame and positioned himself toward Jordi, “I’m touched, really. So what’re we drinking?”