002; voice + action

[thefuckup]

[Private to the Marquis]
Hey, you free? We should meet up. [Yes, this is a booty call. Yes, he totally missed the Marquis's apology post. HE DOESN'T PAY MUCH ATTENTION TO THE NETWORK.]

[Open Spam]
[TJ typically likes to fill his days begging to get into the pub and drinking for as long as he can get away with. Alcohol has largely replaced his other vices or coping mechanisms or whatever you want to call them, largely out of convenience. It's free and readily available, and he doesn't have a warden bearing down on him just yet, so he's taking advantage of it (and any soft-hearted warden) while he can.

Still, he can't get drunk all the time, so during those moments of sobriety? He can occasionally be found in the music room, playing the piano. It's one of his only talents, and he finds some small solace in the music. Sometimes, it even helps him to forget he's on this goddamn crazy boat with its glowing skeleton men and aliens and crazy "floods"...

Anyway, follow the sound of the music and interrupt him. He could use some company.]

[OOC: STILL WORKING ON TJ'S FLOOD TAGS. I'm getting through them slowly but surely. And yes, those are Ke$ha lyrics in the post tags. Don't judge me.]

Comments

[spam]

[thefuckup]

Oh yeah? Were you two in love? [ As if he loved the person he lost his virginity to. Truth be told, he never loved anybody until Sean, and of course that ended terribly. ]

[spam]

[notsoneedy]

I thought I was. [Her faces falls a bit.] He told me he loved me...when he died. Right in front of me. [Her voice catches and she looks down.]

[spam]

[thefuckup]

[ TJ's eyes widen briefly, and he frowns with some sympathy. It's certainly not what he expected to hear; he thought they'd just share cute high school stories or something. ] Shit. [ A beat. He doesn't really know what to say. ] I'm sorry.

[spam]

[notsoneedy]

Yeah. It's okay. [She's still looking down, having made her face go blank and hard and far away.] I shouldn't have even mentioned it, sorry. This is why I fail at talking. I have too much shit I keep bringing up.

[spam]

[thefuckup]

Hey, it's fine. [ TJ's never really been great at lending comfort and sympathy-- Douglas was always better at all that-- but he feels like he should at least try to help Needy get her mind off of her dead boyfriend. She helped him out with his goddamn bird problem, after all. ] If you want to talk about shit, we can talk about shit. [ After all, TJ's life has basically been one slow-motion trainwreck. He's got lots of shit he can bring up. ] Like, my last boyfriend? [ If Sean can really be counted as his "boyfriend" when TJ was just the side piece. Anyway, he counts off on his fingers. ] Closeted. Married. And a Republican. [ In short: a whole mess of issues. And that's not even getting to the ugliness that occurred after their affair had been discovered. ]

[spam]

[notsoneedy]

[She can't manage a laugh but she does have to smile, amused.]

Wow. That's...that's pretty messed up. What did you go and date a guy like that for?

Re: [spam]

[thefuckup]

Because... [So many reasons, "blinded by love" being the primary one. But he's not going to go and admit that, so he just laughs and says:] You should've seen his abs. [Better to sound shallow than vulnerable.]

[spam]

[notsoneedy]

Oh, I see. That explains everything. [Not really, and she's pretty sure that isn't the whole story. The pause before he laughed kind of gave that away.]